FIRST EXIT

No amount of words can undo
Or stand along the way
Of this seemingly endless affair
That you and I
Are foster parenting now.
Yes, foster and not real I say
Because the two people
Between whom this affair
Stirred first- are long gone.
Leaving behind just two-
More grown bodies
That matured gradually along
The thumping cadences of time
And became just a bigger size.

The woman involved, looks just
Like you, but from a former day
Perhaps a little more happy,
And more prone to belief.
And the man,
This stupid, simple man whom I
Will envy for a lifetime,
Glorifying his life and times
At bored, sullen gatherings now.

There, under either of these roofs
We will meet again
With our households by our sides
Beside a masqueraded pain.
We could meet from a distance,
If that is what you'd like
Exchange pleasantries and then divide
To secure a sad little corner,
Berating the other person's absence
And watching which ever one
Of us, has the first exit.