Eating Tarts

Just a random thing.

I know where he goes
When the sun has hid.
Yes, it sounds dumb
But I know.
And now, like a suitcase
With bulging lid,
My mouth - it struggles
To stay closed.

I sit here in the moonlight
And think about what we are:
Two people promised to each-other,
We have a house, we have a car.
But still so individual
With different brains
And different hearts.

And I'm a lonely housewife
Whilst you're out eating tarts.

Reviews

[Gee]

Sad if true. Him shagging her knowing and saying nowt. SHOW HIM THE DOOR

[Rebekah Smith]

Haha, I love your response and trust me - he'd be leaving with more than just a piece of my mind. Luckily, it's fiction in my life!

[MH]

This is fantastic.
Heartbreaking and matter of fact,
i love it!

[Rebekah Smith]

Really positive feedback - I thank you :)