A Moment of Change

He left the slumbering lovers bed,
his wife beneath the covers.
He crept to the door in stealth unbecoming
and went to join the others.
Her friend it was, and 20 sets of stairs,
and they became the lovers.

The pleasurable sounds that permeated the home,
entered the bedroom where she lay,
and although she suspected from long ago,
in her face did he play.
Broken, disheartened, but already knew,
she mounted the stairs that day.

Lost two of her loves, in a moments pleasure,
all future hopes a strain.
For they chose each other, and under the cover,
her dreams began to wane.
The longing and passion, in a love affair for life,
never to be kissed in the rain.

27/10/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Rodrigues Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 7:39 AM
Those 20 steps of counted stairs like their friendship, betrayal. A sad one. Congrats on your win!
Tapestry Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 7:44 AM
Thank you - and yes I counted them. :)
Wolf Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 3:58 AM
Congrats on your win! I'm so happy for you!
Tapestry Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 6:46 AM
Thanks Budgie :)
Raven Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 9:11 AM
Hi Life, it is so sad what love sometimes becomes, the way love can change so easily. Again you play the heartstrings of this reader. I love to read poetry that touches my emotions and makes me feel deeply. Such sadness to behold on such wonderful words. This piece is so well crafted. You took me there, the heart of your vision. A fave. Have a wonderful Wednesday. Hugs....Mike. XX
Green Avatar
October 26, 2018 at 9:30 AM
Very sad and lonely feeling. A broken heart spills continuously until one comes along to close that opening and still there can remain some that leaks out from time to time. Really nicely done.
Tapestry Avatar
October 26, 2018 at 9:36 AM
Just breathe. That's all that's really left. And a smile, and a poem in my finger tips.
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