Oh, dear Marie

Why did your name appear on the photo of us? He turned the phone upside down before I could see, but I saw you, Marie. Pressed the silent mode on before wandering off to the kitchen looking for that good ol’ scotch.

Glass half empty, took the first shot. I asked aloud a rhetoric question I knew I should have never thought, but he shook it off declaring I was the crazy one. The phone kept humming in his pocket, God, are you that desperate much? Excused himself to with a «It’s work, my love».

Did you hear what he called you, Miss Marie? You’re the appointment, the meeting and the practice all under the pseudonym Paulina from Finance Team.

Still I persisted on asking what was wrong, all will be forgiven if he would just speak up. Wonder what I did to have to compete against a bright young mind with the potential I once had before screwing up.

The keys that usually rattled in the morning were unlocking the door to the front planning to drive off to the office where he promises to be done by eleven o’clock. «I’ll be back as soon as I can», wish he had told me a better lie instead.

Oh, Marie, it was freezing. I knew, I starred off from the balcony with the most beautiful city view. Questioned which apartment building may belong to you, as the majority of the office ones glowed with empty desks and silent monitors.

Working the late night shift at Calle Sol, you greet him with a warm smile from the second floor. The halo dimmed low, it’s almost Christmas time, yet he’s spending his holidays with you instead of the two kids he hasn’t attended since leaving for your work.

Poured the tea with shaking hands, the confidence in that man is powerful. Detailing everything he’ll do, just to underperform waiting for you to put on the show. Loosened your buttons, unzipped your skirt, that bustier on you looks too good to throw.

Marie, please don’t let him takeover your precious time. Trust me, I know. He has waisted all of mine with kisses on the cheek for a goodbye. That lipstick you tasted was mine, apple, wine and bee wax with a hint of mistrust.

When he gets home after staining your bed with the petals you bloomed, I’ll taste your peppermint gloss mixed with naivety and revelry. The perfume you used did not work, his skin smelled of golden pears and vanilla fumes that cursed the day I said I do.

I should be mad at you, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Raising two on my own isn’t easy, and loosing my husband for the third time makes it worse when you don’t have enough to disappear from home. Did you really think you were his first? The ring is still mine, the title will remain the same, and if I keep quiet our love will grow.

Marie, I genuinely pray for you. Being that young must be hard when you’re alone in this strange city. He’s not the one you’ve prayed for, he’s not signing off any papers soon. God made no mistakes when he warned us, Seth is the kind of guy who’s never going to love either of us.