the light leaks out

A single look between us holds a hurricane of words

A gentle brush of fingertips, a flurrying of nerves

He understood me better than the rest

Before too long I found myself obsessed

From his wife he kept me secret

As our ways became more frequent

There was naught between but heart-to-heart

But still she ripped my life apart

Our little world exposed by lack of trust

My heart, in hand, was crushed to dust

Now he’s gone, has moved away

The colors slowly return to grey

For eight long years my soul’s been cracked

I’ve never known if he loved me back