I’ve been walking for hours, the scene looping, looping, looping in my head.
How could you have said those things?
“Heartless!”
“Spiteful!”
“Vindictive!”
“Deceitful!”
“Cruel!”
I open the bedroom door to darkness.
“Can you ever forgive me?”
“Of course,” you whisper back, “I love you, you silly fool.”
I am naked by the time I reach the bed, aching for your touch.
Our sex is soft and rough, gentle and fierce, going on and on and on.
In the morning we rise, dress, and leave together, you to your husband and me to mine.
