Only Twenty Minutes...
Twenty minutes spent with her,
Is twenty not with me,
I’m sure upon the surface,
Some might call it jealousy.
However I would beg to say,
Your time is yours to spend,
Just realize I am not a fool,
Twenty minutes is more than “friends”.
Talk of divorce, distant stares,
A wall within the bed,
Sneaking here, avoiding there,
Look where twenty minutes led.
You’ve had your time to bond with her,
Mystic it must be,
After several twenty minutes,
You’re ready to be free.
At first my heart was aching,
My esteem was all but crushed,
Then I came to realize,
It didn’t matter much.
What really am I loosing?
That’s not already gone,
When making love, I must admit,
Twenty minutes, isn’t very long.
Copyright © Stacy Fair | Year Posted 2007
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