I want that moment back.
I mean everything leading up to it was hell but I feel like I squandered that moment.
I kept asking you why you cheated?
How many times did you do it?
Was he better than me?
Was it worth it?
The only question my heart truly wanted to know was,
When did you stop loving me?
Why didn’t I ask that question…
And could you have answered it?
Copyright © 2019 by Jack Wild Publishing. An original poem from Prison or Passion.