What Was I to Her?

You're not irreplaceable, Darling, you're actually upgradable.
― Ahmed Mostafa

What was I to her—

a diversion

an interlude,

a play of shadow

in an empty room?

All my secrets

I confessed,

and now I live

with the regret.

She allowed a stranger

to unravel her dreams

and touch her breasts...

But to her

love's tenderness

meant nothing...

but another reason to despair.

© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved

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