About the Poem
Sometimes life hands us things that "just happen", be it good or bad. Because we are mortal, we all make mistakes. Because we are human, we feel them.
Having an illicit affair is one thing, but when it's with your best friends husband . . . it's another. This poem was written from the stance of the betrayer.
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The How And Why
How has this sinful journey become my flight . . .
Why am I suddenly, morally un-right
My best friend's husband, now my delight
How does something so wrong, feel so right
We started out just "party buds", you see
Please don't pass judgement on me
For nearly 15 years I've known this man
Why is it now he takes my hand
Sure, their marriage was rocky
that was true
Why was I to seal their doom
I was vulnerable and weak when he fueled my desires . . .
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