Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be able to forget the man I am in love with.
Do you know how shattered I feel when our relationship is called a myth?
While he is a tricenarian, I recently celebrated my silver jubilee.
Age is just a number, he says, but is our relation an interlude
in the one he has with the woman he lives with.
It started with a conversation at a dinner, which lasted hours
Time just flew by while whiskey and wine kept pouring in.
My mind, though, was stuck at an interminable monologue
Reminding me every second that I was committing a sin.
Office was all about exchanging glances and smiles,
But I was busy weaving dreams of him and I walking down the aisle.
I imagined our home together with kids and lounge
While, he discussed dinner with his wife and skimmed through files.
It’s been months and ours is no more a random office affair.
We have shared kisses and made love.
He says his ain’t a happy marriage and his eyes don’t lie.
But he is afraid to drag his child to the court or worst, bid goodbye.
There’s a guilt that’s envelopes me every night,
his wife shouts expletives and asks me if my actions are right.
I want to tell her how sorry I am and that she has a carte blanche on him,
Instead, I think of him holding me against the wall and kissing me tight.
Love is unintelligible. Infidelity is a crime.
But love has no boundaries. Ours is one paradigm.
Yes, I fell in love with a married man and this is our little secret
Call it blasphemy, but I shall love him till the sun shines.