Private I

I watched as you followed her.
Close enough to see your eyes light up
and the tell-tale twitch under denim
belying your innocent motives.

You looked around nervously.
Deep breath, long exhale.
Inconspicuous you were not as
your focus returned to her words.

Click. Before you realised what you’d done.
Automatic response.
Camera. Action.
Done; not to be undone.

I, the all-seeing I, turned away.
Your action caught on my camera.
Brown paper packages tied up with string.
Removal of golden wedding ring.

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