Just For Laughs Poem by Terry Collett

She wanted
it to last,

wanted the
secret love
to go on,

wanted him
to leave his
wife and go
with her, but
he left her
just like that,

that love squashed
like paper
in his hand
then tossed out
of his life,

staying with
his darn wife,

even though
he promised
that he'd leave.

Now she lies
in her bed
all alone;

vacant space
beside her;

memories
to haunt her;

his loving
promises,
lovemaking,

late evenings
or early
afternoons;

those nights
in Paris
on business
while his wife
as at home;

love making
in that posh
Spanish place.

All gone now
just a box
of hurtful
memories
love letters
photographs:

send them to
the darn wife
just for laughs.