Being the Other Woman

Being the other woman

It was a meeting of the minds;
A surreal moment in space;
When their keys hooked by chance
In that very busy place.

He was already taken,
She was completely alone,
But there was undeniable magic
In those links on the phone.

That left him with his lady,
Having her 'on the side',
A big villa all to herself
A destructive place to hide.

Their daytimes together fleeting,
Leaving her alone at the screen,
Never held or kissed goodnight,
No fingers exploring her being.

Desiring everything she couldn’t have,
Living an isolated existence,
Giving love to a computer screen,
Being his cyber-space mistress.