And there is
that thought
he may not return
and you fear he
may have seen
the letters that you
had hidden
but that you think
he found when
he searched the room
and all because
of that argument
and that thought
in his mind
that I had been
in love with another
and if he has
found the letters
he will read there
everything that
has been in my mind
and what I thought
had felt about Jacques
and if he reads the letters
and smells the perfume
I put there
and sees my words
burning into the pages
and the x
on the bottom of the letters
and what we did
and how and where
and when
he will know
and me as his wife
and he my husband
will be nothing more then
than a joke
like that amusement
in my mind
as he
seriously spoke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem