WHISTLING SHADE |
Adultery
by Jacob M. AppelHow easy to pretend it isn't so, To shrug off lies, to look the other way; The spouse, they say, is always last to know. I suppose it must have started long ago, A fleeting glance that tempted you to stray. How easy to pretend it isn't so. Or was it I that drove you to let go? Some minor fault or reason for dismay? The spouse, they say, is always last to know. And if I'd read the signs and caused a row? Would putting up a fight have made you stay? How easy to pretend it isn't so. Even now I long to keep the status quo, To wind the clocks back to a falser day. The spouse, they say, is always last to know. The truth, of course, will always cast a glow, Which only willful blindness keeps at bay. The spouse, they say, is always last to know. How easy to pretend that it is so.