I Murdered Him
The knife was still in his heart. He was dead
I Murdered Him
The whispers of true love
fell from your lips,
I couldn’t believe it,
my darling husband.
My heart thumped,
those words ached.
Then, your voice spoke
of another
A woman unknown.
Enraged, my mind blanked.
When reality returned,
you were on the floor,
a knife in your heart.
I crouched, in shock,
blood on my hands.
I think I passed out.
The next moment,
you shook me awake.
“Come on, darling,”
you said,
“It’s time to get up.”
Reality hit, oh boy
just a dream.
A dream of what I’d do
if you ever cheated.
I think I would kill
not you, but our love.
Betrayal, no way, never.
My fear rules me
a recurring dream
each time,
unbalanced by the thought
of losing you.
If you only knew my mind,
my sweet darling,
you would hate me, I think?
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