Adrian & Jane

The greens of her garden through the rain spattered pane In thought I consider leaving, staring, sipping coffee The warm room, stale with sex and guilt, his trust slain Aching head I press to the cold glass, close my eyes My brother’s soul mate, my brother’s love, his wife, Jane Turning to her side on the bed, the raindrops intense My shoes, my coat, unearth them, before relations wane Place the mug on the dresser, one last look at her. Pulling up lapels and heading out, the weather wild, cold Turning my head, a lifeless street, wet and grey Dear Adrian forgive me, madness, drunken, not foretold I smell her perfume, from somewhere, rising to nose Fighting she said, every day, just wanted someone to hold A bus ahead, going some place, away from his street I shall never return, as she knows, now my treachery bold Away, forever remembering her love so sweet. mission_bob...(c)March2010