Late {honey}

 Gosh, you’re late, hun,
I wonder where you are?
You left work four hours ago,
I am curious as to what you’re at.
 
If it was the first time
Or even the fifth or sixth
My mind would not be wandering
But fixed on missing you, alone.
 
Blonde hair on your jacket shoulder
Long and fine through bleach
Oh gosh I wish I’d not seen
And sit here quietly and wait.
 
but No, you had to do it
you had to break those vows
you must see how it is looking
not just looks but feels and hears.
 
Four hours though love
That’s pushing it – even for you
Wringing of hands, frowning
Fretting and weeping - for what!
 
In my mind, she’s more
More than I could ever be
The sum total of all those girls
The long line who went before
 
This one is different I can feel it
Our home no longer safe
The portrait testaments on the wall
No longer barricade us in
 
Perfect smiles, tall strong backs
The children smiling wider
showing perfect teeth
They no longer pull you in
 
O husband, o husband
Where are you tonight?
The kids in their slumber
The dog asleep by the fire.
 
The doorbell takes me out of my misery
Who could be calling so late
The blue flashing lights
The kind look on their faces
 
A new misery, not one of despair
I can rise above their insinuations
Ignoring assignation allusions
I am the grieving widow who can rebuild.
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