An Ordinary Man



image: epic mahoney



Life complicates

with every twist and turn,

with every secret

held close

to anxious chest.

He dismounts,

parks up,

enters the box,

wishes the light

more dimmed,

lest he be observed

by prying eyes.

No indiscretions he,

an ordinary man he

remains amazed

at her choice

of him. 

No wealth,

no great intellect,

the only thing

he has to offer

is himself.

He thinks of his wife,

the ready scowl,

the nagging tongue. 

God, once he did love her so,

yet familiarity

bred contempt

and rent apart

the very fabric

that made them one.

He picks up the phone,

dials,

heart flutters

lest she not respond,

she does, whispers

“I love you!”

He straddles the bike;

elation

fades to heaviness. 

She will be waiting,

her diatribe of bitter words

will spill like shards of glass,

will cut him deep.   

She sees him,

no lover her,

no “I love you!”

her bitter words

stab at his heart. 

He picks up the knife;

blind with rage

penetrates her flesh,

muttering

“Well my love,

till death us do part!”

With thanks to Tess at The Mag for the inspiration.

Anna :o]