By Cyan
Date: 2002 Jun 06
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Unfaithful Bed

You kiss my cheek in the darkness of the room.
Wind rushes though an open window.
The curtains fly up and
we listen to the sirens
below.

I saw an image of a woman and child in
my mind's eye. A knot formed in the middle of
myself. Guilt? Perhaps.

5:30 a.m.
His night shift is about to end.
It's time for you to go.