The Last Supper

LAST NIGHT WHILE IN A RESTAURANT, I LISTENED TO YOUR VOICE. I WAS AT ANOTHER TABLE, BUT I WASN’T THERE BY CHOICE. THE WAITRESS MENTIONED LOUDLY, THAT YOU WERE OVER THERE. I ASKED HER TO SPEAK SOFTLY, SO YOUR HUSBAND WOULDN’T HEAR. THE SOUND OF YOUR LAUGHTER KEPT RINGING, CLEARER THAN A BELL. AND FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I MET YOU, IT MADE ME FEEL LIKE HELL. I’M NOT SURE IF YOU SAW ,ME I’M NOT SURE IF I CARED. FOR THIS THING THAT WE’VE BEEN SHARING, WAS OVER THEN AND THERE. I KEPT LISTENING TO YOUR VOICE, AND GLANCING OVER THERE. THE EMOTIONS I WAS FEELING WAS, ANGER, HATE, AND FEAR. ANGRY AT MYSELF, FOR BEING IN THIS MESS. HATING TO TELL YOU THE WAY I FELT, FEAR OF CAUSING YOU STRESS. I TRIED TO MAKE ALLOWANCES, BUT THE ANSWER WAS QUITE CLEAR. THAT GUY YOU WERE WITH WAS NO STRANGER, THAT WAS YOUR HUSBAND OVER THERE. THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILD, YOUR MATRIMONIAL SPOUSE. TO SEPARATE THE THREE OF YOU, WOULD BE NOTHING SHORT OF GROSS. SO TRY AND UNDERSTAND ME, AND SEE IT FROM MY SIDE. I CANNOT LOVE A WOMAN, WHEN TO DO SO I MUST HIDE. I’M SORRY TO PUT YOU THROUGH THIS, BUT I AM AFRAID THAT WE MUST PART. I THINK YOU KNOW THE WAY I FEEL, I’M IN WAY OVER MY HEART. IN VERSE OR RHYME I COULD GO ON, FOREVER AND A DAY. TO TRY AND MAKE IT EASIER, THESE THINGS I HAVE TO SAY. I DON’T WANT TO MAKE YOU UNHAPPY, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU CRY. BUT I MUST DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO, I HAVE TO SAY GOOD BYE. <<< Cal Bambi "The word artist" ©riginal >>> I paint pictures with words. calbambi@gmail.com