The poem is conceived after reading a report on The Daily Mail
So her fidelity is a bit dubious and
possibly not too firm as well but I wonder,
why should her life exist in the realm of my thoughts!
Who is she but someone I know nothing about,
beyond a given name and a made up face with it,
chiseled smooth from too many years of cajoling!
Well, I can discern between love and libido
and I know, for sure, what I felt was neither one…
Still, what baffles me is why should I feel the pain,
as if the victim is none other than myself!
Perhaps the memories are projecting my past
of a barren bitterness on her present life…
Or perhaps it is my present, gone amorous
from four long years of too little sleep, at silent nights!