Friday, January 6, 2017


He left the old 
For the new.
He walked out
On his sweet wife.

His mistress waited,
Her arms open.
A wide smile
On her unlined face.

His poor wife
Cried on her pillow.
Feeling abandoned
And betrayed.

He became a cliche.
He exchanged 
His beloved
For a newer, crisper version.

Now on wintry,
Dark sad days,
He does wonder
If he should have stayed.

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