The wedding took place
Honeymoon
And it was now a year and a day earlier
“He’s been out constantly,
Every night. It doesn’t make sense.
Especially now that my investment is greater.”
The voice on the other side didn’t berate her
Making it her solace
When nights alone had become
More frequent
And her loneliness greater
“It’s just hiccups in a life long union.
You know right. The grey areas.”
And so it went
Every night they talked
He continues to defend her spouse’s behaviour
But it seemed
To her
Now that the ring was on her finger
His actions
Said that now he was her husband
He had done his duty to placate her
And her mother was no help
She kept saying
“It’s nothing major.”
“I swear I sense bitterness
And a bit of anger.”
To that the other side of the line gave no answer
“Well, anyways, why don’t you
Take me all to yourself and I quote
‘Make you mine’.”
“Why is it every time
We talk
I have to keep telling you
Not to cross that line?
Change the topic.”
“Fine, fine.
But you know you like me.
You really, really like me.”
“Stop it.”
Sensing he might actually be serious
She did drop it
She didn’t want to sacrifice
Their friendship
In a joking pursuit
Of something that felt so comfortable
As a solution to her situation
That was becoming unbearable
So she changed topic
The phone stayed connected
Until she was ready to sleep
No other sound in the house
Not even her spouse
She would confront him tomorrow
But for this moment
It was the last thing on her mind
“Goodnight…this is the last time.”
“You say that every time.”