Daily Routine

(The views of a Wife)

My vocal cords are strained. My brain is exhausted. Your fists are bawled up tight and your nostrils are flared. I watch the rise and fall of your chest as you pace around the room. Our eyes finally meet... my brown to your green. Mine swell with tears as I listen to my heart slowly shatter. Once again I am left disappointed... The painful words of "I told you so" haunts my soul. You promised that it would never happen again... and here we stand today. Face to face... Raw and wounded. Anger filling the room. Regretful words floating in the air, that neither one of us can take back. Your eyes are filled with rage, as you realize that my trust in you has faded a little more. I wrap myself in my own embrace and your shoulders relax. You step forward... I step back. You whisper... I turn away, tired of your excuses. My wrist is encircled by your warm unfaithful hands. "I am sorry" sits between us like trash on a hot day. Malodorous and inescapable. My tears finally fall and I am pulled into your arms... and into the scent of the other woman.