Out of Love…
It all went down under that chandelier.
“You’re dead to me,” she said, walking away.
She didn’t threaten, just threw the ring on my face.
It was under this chandelier two years ago we said, “Till death do us part” and kissed.
I stood watching her, the mistress beside me.
He didn’t object. How could he? I had chosen the moment, caught him with the girl I’d paid to seduce him. She had played her part.
“Nothing remains forever, but he’d not ever have let go,” I told.
“Are you hungry?” asked Nathan, his eyes twinkling.
I was – for him.
(© 17th June 2015)