- Annette Austin
HIM
What does he smell like?
The man you hold so dear,
Did he touch and caress you?
Whenever you drew near.
Did he make you laugh?
Until you almost cried,
Or did he have hidden talents,
That he tried to hide.
The questions continue to tumble
Swirling around in my mind,
Answers still evade me
I try not to be unkind.
Now, you are back
Sincere apologies and promises abound,
About how things will be different
I listen to your sound.

Suspicions and derisions
Follow in equal step,
Friends cannot fully understand
So I tell them not to fret.
She says I’m the only man
The one she worships and adores,
The major problem is
I’ve heard this same song before.
This time, I’ve taken precautions
Checking the calls on her mobile phone,
Following her to the shops
Making sure she is alone.
I call her constantly
At least fifteen times a day,
Need reassurances, kind words
That she will always stay.
This strange dance continues
An ongoing battle inside my head,
Do I still have a relationship with her?
Or am I losing it instead?
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