If Only
Mischievously waiting for his depart
Perfect wifey all morn, pure art
Dropped the act as she heard his car start
dead bolted the door, patted her back
Then off to his office in a dart
burst through the door with full intention
Knowingly entering a place forbidden
Thick air, you could slice, built up with tension
The third drawer down held the key
Unveiling the details, he forgot to mention
There in the center, a bundle of mail
Although, not surprised, her face became pale
Startled, she shivered as a picture frame fell
A picture of them on the day they wed
Rested for a moment, wasn't feeling so swell
Tachycardia severe, thought she was having an attack
anxious and faint, her vision was black
overwhelmed, she sat there sizing up the stack
For a moment she wished she could play naive
But she had come too far. There was no turning back
Each letter gave her a sting of defeat
she dropped and trampled them with her feet
wine in hand, closed the curtains and had herself a seat
Lying in wait for him to show
The words she read, they played on repeat
The longer she waited
The more anger marinated
He was probably out with a lady he dated
Should have arrived hours before
Infidelity was the one thing she hated
If only he had been home on time that night
Perhaps things would have been alright
She would have yelled in his face with fiery spite
Then one or the other would leave
But instead, a different fate played out for this fight
If only he would have been on time that night
Perhaps things would have been alright...
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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