What is found, what is lost

Do I tell him that I found her picture, pouting at the camera, naked on our bed?

I should never have borrowed his phone.

It was the excitement you see, the desire to share our news.

I see she is pregnant too.



You were my sun, my moon, my star.

I worshipped you.

Why him?

I followed you, watched you kiss.

Something inside me broke.

My therapist advised, ‘Write it down and then burn it.’

 I watch the flames take hold as you sleep.