by Robert Agee

Created on: April 29, 2008

Betrayal

He sat in the car and waited,
looking angrily at the dimmed windows,
and contemplated.
He wanted to pop in,
with the moment just right.
So it would be fast and easy,
with no chance of a fight.

They had been married for years,
he loved her faithfully for so long,
how could she lay with that man,
and do him so wrong.

He slid out of the car,
taking the gun out of the seat,
he had slipped off his shoes,
to mask the sound of his feet.

He crept in the house,
and slid slowly down the hall,
he sat there listening to them,
staring at the wall.

He remembered years ago,
when they first bought this house,
the way she had shrieked,
when she saw that mouse.

How could she do this in our home?
How did she get into being a whore?
He thought screw it,
cocked his gun,
and kicked in the door.

There she lay atop him,
with the look of surprise on her face.
So he just pulled the trigger,
freezing her look into place.

His house desecrated,
his wife and her lover dead,
nothing left to live for,
he put the gun to his head.

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