I was here long before you.
I can hear you speaking words of love.
Sweet nothings he speaks in your ear.
Just remember though, I was here before you.
No longer mine, there it is again – I see you here.
My bed is crumpled and he thinks I do not know.
I can tell by the way he turns away when I reach out and kiss him, missing even his ear.
Seven year itch they call it. Not here though, because I turn away to look elsewhere.
Satisfaction is sweet and sincere. Did I ever turn to him in my time of despair?
The perfume I smell is not mine and the lipstick on the collar is just a smear.
The look of guilt flashes across his face as I ask one more thing. A fool of me he will make.
What if he were to know the child is not his and I stay with him out of fear?
Just remember though I was here before you ever were.
The rain trickles down like my tears. You can’t see – you are blind to my internal fears.
I have to climb this narrow set of stairs.
Upstairs, for I was here long before the other woman entered the scene.
Leave this home, for it shall remain mine. Go with her so far away in time.
I will find another just like you. There will be nothing to fear – just my own shadow here.
By Ms April Showers