Again

That night was a warm one
Walking up the block towards home
Not a thought in the world was about you
I haven't seen you since our last goodbye....

. . . .
Me with tears in my eyes and my heart in my hand
"Your writing emails about having another woman?"
Those words echoed through my head
As ink from my pen bled
on the paper i used to write my final words
Instead I chose
to turn my back on the lies you say
Off my phone, email..all of those
I tossed and turned in my sleep that day
Pushed you far away
No contact
no nothing
Just away you were
. . . .

But anyway...

That night was warm and I was walking
My phone rang beside me and I didn't care to look
Until I read the number....3....1...
That number that has put me to bed many nights
The number that has been the source of internal fights
Accept.

..Hi...

Tantalizing conversation led to a scandalizing invitation..
Knock.

...Hi...

My eyes began to shed a tear as I attempted to look away...

....Sooo, um, how was your day?.....

A kiss from a taken man was placed on my lips
Passionate raptures that captures pure lust
Indecent proposals one should forget
this is where our story began .....

yet

again