I sit here smiling at you
you don't know, but i know what you do
you are committed thats true
you stick to your story i give it to you
but i saw you, with her
her arms, wrapped around you like a warm coat
you kissed her with a warmth, a passion
i could not describe
i am not angry, no not at first
curious, my envy overwelms me
why is she so special, why am i not
but you are sitting here, in front of me
eating breakfast, explaining how so much work had to be done
and you would be home late again
not knowing that i know
not insired by my husband to be, he tells the truth to a fault.lol
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