INFIDELITY
Murky residue
Lingers in last night’s cocktail glass
The only clue to the crime
Their bedside alarm clock screams
Startles him from blackouts deep coma
No inkling to her cold silence
Shivering fetal fear
Noticeable lack of eye contact
Another vodka laced nightmare
His antiseptic breath
Repulsive
Volatile
Still reeks from copious saturation
Roses will not do this time
Far too late for “I’m sorry”
No more lame excuses
Can heal the bitter scars
Her patience waned years ago
Now
Simply wanting out
His infidelity with a bottle
Adultery just as destructive
Life with an alcoholic
Marriage once so beautiful
Destroyed by hells possession
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
