Other woman

Sometime I keep thinking Of the other woman It is hard to forget I keep on asking myself Why would he still want me now? Why would he still want me to stay? After all he was looking – wanting more Don’t fool yourself Your are not what he wants Can’t you see Your’e not what he desires So he was looking Saying I was only curious Never meant to meet But it still very much hurts But all the lengthy e-mails All the correspondence All he said to her That all keeps coming back Yes I have forgiven him But it is hard to forget If only he can give me a part of that dedication He gave to her Making the time, writing his thoughts, Sharing his being Will I every fully feel loved by this man again? Or was it only youthfull passion drawn by exploration for him in the start Was I ever really the one for him? Maybe I was But with life and all its challenges and ups and downs Am I still that one, I don’t think, so I don’t know.