The Wanderer

I saw you. The other day.
You didn’t see me looking;
didn’t know I was there.
I watched as you enfolded her –
kissed her neck, then her lips.
I stood, teeth and fists clenched.
My thoughts ran. Who knows where?
I tripped. Stumbled.
Tumbled in a downward spiral.
Whirling against the wind
as the storm rolled in.
Black clouds on my horizon.
I can’t see the sun for the downpour.
Outpour.
I saw you. The other day.
You didn’t see me looking.
I wonder.
Ponder.
Know all; yet say nothing.
Keep the upper hand
as yours wander.

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