Slowly Drowning Poem by Patti Masterman

The worst pain that I ever knew,
Out of all the days and pains I've known,
Was the day you chose her side, to mine-
And shamed me, to be true to her.

And although she never knew what passed,
And only strangers heard your words,
I can't forget the voice, the look:
The doom that knew, your heart was hers.

And you may still be here with me,
And we may still look like a pair;
But those words have prying little fingers
That everyday push me, a little farther.

Now I'm a stranger in my own house,
A ghost owns half, of all around-
But worst of all, owns part of you:
In hopelessness, I slowly drown.