One kiss and he was gone,
With a girl who looked like me,
Her lips pursed in imitation,
Whispering my words in his ear,
His hand possessively on her back,
Swelled belly carrying my baby.

Silver drops fall to the pavement,
Scattering on the broken footpath,
Where they spell my name in tears,
Her tiny feet walking in my shoes,
Leaning against his shoulder,
Telling him all about my secrets.

I turn away from the distorted face
That has been watching in the mirror,
Light shade of concealer in place,
Deep breaths and a glass of wine,
To calm those splintered nerves,
Putting on a dress and heels.
It is time to show my strength.


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