Dead eyed and somber , I cut off the conversation abruptly and motioned you closer ; avoiding looking into those deep mocha eyes. Clearly distraught, you pulled back.
Dodging my lips, you moved up to my forehead and kissed it gently.
“I don’t know who he is, but I hope he returns the wings of the most vibrant little butterfly I have ever seen”.
Frozen in shock, I denied and lied; right through my teeth.
“ A poet I see”, I mocked; turning on the bedroom eyes.
Disturbed, you continued.
“There are a lot of things I will do, but another mans wife is not one of them” .
Bursting into tears, I realized one thing that day.
We are ever-present, cannot be ruined. Our souls are tied with glue and ,
Whether 1 years or 21, by my side or 4,444 miles away.
I will always be yours, and yours I shall stay.
there is a special place in heaven for men like you, dear Mocha.