He committed a crime when he broke his marriage vows.
Staggering amidst a shadowy congregation. Constantly
creeping instead of sleeping. The lines of deceit printed
on the collar of his shirt, evidence from the previous night.
Shades of suspicion and mistrust on his face, the hue of lying,
cheating Husband imitating the look of cold blooded murderer,
the blood of his wife and children spills because of his betrayal.
Without any feeling of remorse, his guilt and deception accentuate
his shady glow. He doesn’t care about his wife and children anymore.
A moving contradiction, his stories do not add up.
Quick to lie and frame people in his life. Using scapegoats,
buying time with accomplices to his passion. A perfect
cover up for his crime. A love affair seems fair to a man
in despair. Giving his sojourner truth to a distressed wife,
preaching loss of love, sacrifice and patience to a mother,
a wife. A shocking confession as precise and clear as crystal,
almost as distinct as the sound of brass and metal. A shaming
truth as cold and shrill as the sound of agony. An unexpected
reality as somber and sonorous as the voice of pain. The words
he said broke his wife’s heart and destroyed a marriage.
He’s leaving his family for his mistress.
They are living the life of fugitives. Two outlaws always on the
move; a mistress riding naked in a get-away car with a stolen
groom without shame. Trashing his wedding band and
embracing a fake non-committal replacement. Constantly hiding
and watching their backs to ensure that no one is watching.
Peering through key-holes, and embracing stake outs. Shacking
up in hotels and motels; a cozy home for all marriage affairs.
See, his story started with “I do” and ended with “I don’t”.
Promises of forever faded to never. Somehow he lost his faith
and got lost in between faithful and unfaithful. A story of real
love now a gossip through the streets. He mocked the altar and
fucked his mistress on the aisle. Shreds of white now stained,
messing up the purity of a union that even bleach wouldn’t be
able to fix. He committed the first murder by destroying the
sanctity of marriage. She became an accomplice to a crime
accentuated by desire, satisfying his masculine inflections.
Parading a damned union through the street. A fleeting story of
passion and desire masquerading as a married couple without shame.
Walking proudly, hand in hand…
Introducing; Mister and Misses Mistress.
A marriage is destroyed.