If I ever really saw you there
In her arms
I’d scream a silent scream
Insides tearing up
Making me pine

If I ever really saw you there
In her bed
Coming out of a dream
My insides would reel
And I’d only think or imagine it
Coming out of a dream
Perhaps I’d scream a silent scream
And wish the image gone
But by then
It would already be done

If I ever really saw you there
Entering through her gate
Sitting on her sofa
Apologizing for being late
Pouring yourself a drink
It’s not of me you think
Undressing all my kisses
Forgetting I’m the missus
Foaming with a loofah
Rubbing it in

If I ever really saw you there
Between the sheets
At a table at a restaurant
At the local bar
Perusing the streets
Inside her car
Greeting her aunt
Leaving through the front door
What would it all be for?
If I ever really saw you there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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