Lives of Pretense
So now we return to our lives of pretense
She to her husband and me to banality
Even though we just shared a love so immense
It is time to return to our fake reality.
On the sheets behind me remains her fragrance
The memories of her caresses so sweet
But now we return to our lives of pretense
As she slowly disappears down the street.
I stand on this balcony the future unseen
As now we return to our lives of pretense
My love for her it is true and it’s keen
But of her touches I must feign innocence.
She has another life that I am not a part of
To try to make a change makes no sense
She cannot leave it now not even for our love
So now we return to our lives of pretense.
NOTE: I wrote this poem for a contest thinking a Quatern was
required when in fact a Quatrain of only 3 stanzas was the format.
So, alas, this has no home other than I like it myself.
I penned another, quite different poem for the contest.
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