My wife found another man.
The night she told me,
For just the right moment,
But it wasn’t the right moment
For me. I felt bashed
And assaulted. Mugged.
Dying would have been easier.
It was as though I’d been pressed in a winch
By a wench, until no air was left within.
Months passed. I survived.
Understanding would take longer.
Two years later she wanted to return,
I no longer wanted her.
I was coming off a fill-in relationship
So filled with sex, I lost my virginity again.
My lover was a young mother
Rocked by her own divorce,
Remarkably kind and giving.
She gave me such tender attention
The gaping hole in me
I doubt we had a clue as to
What we were really doing.
We were both too bruised and needy
To create a sound place to stand.
We mistook physical comfort
For solid ground, but at least
This was our moment, our 15 rounders
Were over, we could leave the rings behind.