I know the rules,

Of this game that plays me.

No emotions involved,

Just lies and hotel fees.

No calls in the evening,

Your name stored as a she.

Two hours twice a week,

When you belong to me.

Scolding hot showers,

Wash away sweat and shame.

I can’t help myself though,

When you moan my name.

Wrapped in your arms,

Pretending I’m fine.

But the band on your finger,

Doesn’t match mine.

Untangling of limbs,

An awkward goodbye.

You go home to your wife,

While I silently cry.