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Guilt walks along grasping me tightly
Like warms satins on the mattress
Clinging with a shameful intensity
Pointing an accusing finger.
Mist marks the moment of mischief
Like a road-side advertisement
My hair’s not wet or even damp
But the shower has been in use.
Burnt-down candles shout from the bedside
Like street lamps just extinguished
Daylight replaces the secret erotic lighting
So you can see what has occurred.
Tears swell and swirl softly
As you drink in these painful potions
I see that you have seen all
But I know it wasn’t my fault.

Amazing the amount of people that read this one and asked if everything was OK. I had been watching a TV show "McLeod's Daughters" and there was a storyline about an affair. It got me thinking about them. A girl I went out with once cheated on me. I found out when I dropped over to see her unexpectedly one morning and all the evidence was there - stains on the sheets (the guy must have had stamina), the mist in the shower, the candles and two wine glasses by the bed. I cried. She denied it, then said it was my fault. That was the end.

I can still remember the verbal exchange:

So, it seems there's another rooster in the hen house.

No, you're paranoid.

Why are there stains on the bed?

I missed you. I've been taking care of my own business.

Then splashed yoghurt over the bed?

*venomous look*

Why is there mist in the shower?

I was cleaning it.

Well, I guess you made it dirty.

*evil look*

What about the candles?

I was in a romantic mood.

And the empty wine glasses?

I had one last night and one the night before. I hadn't got around to cleaning up.

Obviously. You're scum. I'm leaving.

Well, if you were a better person I wouldn't have to look for comfort elsewhere. I thought you loved me.

I do.

Then why don't you fight for me? Go over and punch him out.

If you loved me I wouldn't have to fight for you. I'm leaving.

Hence, why I could never forgive a lover for having an affair.