the other woman

She should be mad at him, but she is not.
She should be hating him, but she does not.
She shouldn't be crying, but she is.
She shouldn't be loving him, but she does.


Looking back, she remembers telling him she cannot be the OTHER WOMAN, loving him, like the other woman loves him.
Looking back she remembers telling him, don't do me any favors, like THE OTHER WOMAN does favors for him,
She remembers telling him, she can't be with him, because he is taken,taken by THE OTHER WOMAN, taking him to her heart, he insisted he is nobody's man, the man THE OTHER WOMAN calls her man.

Telling her, yes he's got love for more than one woman,THE OTHER WOMAN he told he loves, he said the love he has for her is different, its genuine, never felt it before,yet it was never enough, not enough to keep him away, away from THE OTHER WOMAN, who has love for him, like she has love for him, the love he has for both of them.


How dare him? He loves more than one.
Love not enough,why?
Not her, or her, but both!
What is he comparing?
How much from each?
What from who?
When from where, with who? Even he does not know.

By Nhlanhla Tshabalala