Suppose

Suppose I came home after a long drive, suppose I see a car in our overstuffed garage - it's not mine. Suppose when I enter our apartment I discover myself in bed with you doing adulterous things. What would I do? Imagine if we went away. then when we arrived home - while we were unpacking, all evidence of our trip evaporated, Imagine we both remained jet-lagged for days yet dared not speak of it. What then? Suppose I died last night suppose the battery of my life failed leaving only the shape of my ass in the easy chair; though to your sleepy eyes this morning the indent of my shape has created an illusion of me and that's what you think you see? As I sit here fretting about all this you hand me a cup of tea - say over your shoulder: “Write it out kid, write it out.”