The Affair

He looks at his watch.  
She’s late; he rages, she has broken her curfew.
In torrents the anger flows through him, 
Where is she? This just will not do.
He’s lost all control of his wife,
She's no longer there in his reach.
He thinks of the ways he must punish her,
Of the lessons he knows he must teach.

She looks at her watch.
Stays longer; though she’ll have to pay the price,
Moments like this don’t come free
Yet each one worth the fierce sacrifice.
She looks fondly and sadly at her lover,
Prays time will stop as they kiss their last kiss,
Stolen afternoons, the one joy in her life,
Her only identity now - his mistress.

He looks at his watch.
Time to go; a wife to get back to now.
He can’t bring himself to say goodbye to his love,
Wants to be with her, just doesn’t know how.
Wiping tears from her eyes and his,
He finds the last ounce of strength from within.
To return to his house with no love,
Why is it going back, not this affair, feels the sin?

She looks at her watch.
He’ll be back soon; she quickly starts writing the list.
The chores he must do the minute he’s home,
No ‘please’; no ‘love you’; no ‘you were missed’.
The children, just bathed, are tucked up in bed,
Her work is done; it's time for her weekly treat.
When he’s back, she’ll be straight away, out of the house,
To where she has her own special someone to meet.