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Her words re echo through my mind. “Why do I feel like a wife deserted for a younger model?” As I wander forlornly along the empty street, (in my mind) her words resound accusingly, and as if allying itself with her the icy wind cuts straight through me. Savagely a wintry blast shoves me and can rattles past, chasing some discarded newspaper sheet, which dips and soars at the whimsy of the wind. My cheeks are ruddy and stinging from this wintry onslaught; the sky, air and my soul are gray in unison.(all this within my tormented mind) Why do I feel such intense guilt? She is and was no wife of mine! In fact we have never met – except online. How is it that I deserted her? In what manner? I told her of my destination and invited her to follow! Ah! Could this be the reason for my guilt! Because she did not and I am grieved? Without betraying, have I somehow betrayed my bride, my precious treasure? Never have this “other woman” and I done more than play silly, harmless word games, and in truth of a non-romantic nature! Why then am I so miserable if in truth without cause? Or is it really so that this foolish indulgence with another on the other side of the planet constitutes infidelity somehow? Many beautiful women have crossed my path any nary a second glance has any commanded! And yet I am a hapless Zebra set upon by the Leopards of guilt! I have confessed to my bride and she laughed! She is not at all distressed but still the leopards of guilt bite deep. Will they not relent? Will they savage me until my soul is expired?
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Posted by rupert777 on 2009-10-28 04:48:47 | Rating: | Views: 16
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