The Affair
The poetry that came out of me
after your affair
Tumultuous and Needy
Schizophrenic and Unruly
Survival
in its purest form
I had been slow
to catch on
Busy with a new baby
and other various tasks
of perceived importance
Fueled by my
exhausted brain
and terrified
existence
How you enjoyed
lauding it over me
My girlfriend, you said
when I asked
who you were texting
You held the phone
away from me so I couldn’t grab it
and couldn’t quite see it
Then laughing
you pushed some buttons
and said
here
You can look now
Its all gone
You had me make you a robe
with deep pockets
for your phone
you teased
as it never left your side
Except at night
when you hid it
behind the basket
in the medicine cabinet
Yes i found it
but couldn’t turn it on
Until i did
Love you boo, she had written
Love you too, you had said
Now
when I care to meander
through a hazy recollection
brought on by baby pictures
or that certain song
innocuous on the radio
I understand that
I knew
before I admitted
I knew
And that I
had nothing
to be afraid
of