Abba Music Journal, Stories and Poems

One Of Us

She loved him since she was
seventeen. She married him at nineteen.
Now, she's 50, two beautiful grown girls.
One has a baby boy and another is expecting.

One of us is crying. One of us is lying.
The woman's husband is having an affair with
a thing that has no scruples and loves doing
drugs. He flaunted her in front of his wife.

He rides a motorcycle and doesn't care about
his wife, his daughters or grandkids. A divorce
is happening. Sorry for herself, feeling stupid,
feeling small. She has her friends and I pray for her.

Staring at the ceiling. Wishing she was somewhere
else instead. She moved into her late father's house.
She will make it. She is strong and I pray she finds
love again. As for him, he'll be sorry someday. He will.