Posted in Canada, Poetry, Prose, Relationships

That Foreign Woman

She caught me
with another woman
in bed,
all those lies
and concealed truths,
the years waiting for me
to finally do right by her,
then when she thought
she finally could trust me
that fatal night happened
caught red-handed
with another woman

with that woman, just being her,
that’s all…..



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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