The look of anger
Intensified behind her eyes
As she stared at his face
Remembering all the lies.
But she was hardly remembering.
For forgotten, they never were.
Her unwavering gaze
Made his emotions stir.
He was uncomfortable.
She was enraged.
Their feelings, so different
But hearts on the same page.
His mental state had much remorse.
He knew he loved The Girl.
His spirit, though, held the truth.
It let reality unfurl.
For the girl he truly loved
Was not the one before him.
Would she be forgiving...?
The chances, less than slim.
She knew of the affair
But what really made her hurt
Was the scent of her perfume,
The makeup on his shirt.
She started down the hall
Then she slowed her pace.
She then released a singeing slap
right across his sorry face.
Yet she was left unsatisfied
For his expression was unchanged.
She couldn't stand him anymore.
She found him so deranged.
Her heart sank even deeper
When she heard his Lover call.
He yelled back "Just a minute"
In a sad attempt to stall.
It was pointless anyway.
The angry woman waved and left.
Turning back now, to the bedroom
of pride he was bereft.
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