We placed no burden on the facts,
The one clue that would
call attention to our passion.
Until I told
and the winds of the lips soared
touching ear to ear
like my tongue as it brought pleasure
to your bed
when your significant other was gone.
Now you hate me.
Not because of my words,
but because of the prison where I left you.
Unable to leave.
Sentenced and locked in statements and clauses
hiked up by capital letters and ending in question marks.
I've ended my story in finality,
my conclusion now met and understood,
while your drama is only at midpoint,
looking for a North Star
to guide it to freedom.
Across the lines
The Affair by Shazza Nakim
Copyright © by Peace of Mind Publishings and with permission by Shazza Nakim