An Observation

She knows all she has to do is cry and he's on his knees Irrepressibly in love, his innocence discernible but obviously riled A conclusion was within his reach but a diversion cut off his hand Created by a phantom in wife's clothing with no recognizable face There was a glimpse of truth revealed for a split second but never seen again A same but different somewhat familiar situation but excuses change creating doubt He can't be wrong every time so concessions are made, "yes you are right" Soothed into his false contentment, seething close to the top but not understood Circling the woven rug on the floor trying to find that comfortable spot Pacified and confused, it shows but he can't see it Suzanne Boyko August 30, 2021