The Gambler

The morning light kisses me tenderly.
It's all that would this morning.
I feel the bed beside me.
Your place is empty.

I had awakened startled. "Where were you?" I wondered.
I dragged a chair to our bedroom window,
I stared, willing your presence into being.
You did not return.

The morning is endless.
My heart dropped deeper and deeper into a well,
A well of despair.
I make some necessary/unnecessary calls.
"Damn you! Where are you?"

Mid morning brings your arrival, my anger,
and my hurt.
Your selfishness stuns me.
Your nonchalance consumes my common sense
With hell's fire.
Why am I angry?

Turn the tables now, my dear.
If this late/early returner were I,
how would you react?
The word "whore" comes first to my mind.
You have said it before of your first wife.
When she didn't come home one night.

Anger causes me to say things I do mean.
I don't need you or this emotional unrest.
My taut body relaxes.
I've made my position perfectly clear,
to you...to myself.
Whatever happens now it your choice.
Go ahead...make my day.

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