A Common Interest
The door closed as they each took their turn.
Their turn to say goodbye.
Their turn to say prayers.
While he lay in the bed, near death.
She was asked to speak at his funeral.
Was this the inspiration she needed ?
Reflecting on their lives might help
In the healing process.
Late one evening long ago,
A whispering voice called.
A sudden urgency to invite him over
Started it all.
As if they had just got home from a separation
Passion was pouring from their hearts.
They didn't have the courage to avoid each other.
Their touch so gentle, not sexual but sensual.
They knew what was about to occur.
Now this was more than friendship.
With a love so strong a choice had to be made.
Would they have the courage to make the right one?
This special shared love would stay secret.
So what could she say about the man she loved ?
Could she just speak friendly words
About the man whose wife would be front row center ?
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