Business Man Abroad

It was never planned
preordained.
Fifty five and spinning spoken untruths, beneath
the crisp clean sheets.
She had taken him places, never
to be imagined in the mind of his wife.
But it was more – surely
as he watched her hands, dancing
through the strands of her uncurled hair.

She rose, leaving nothing
outside, the delicate trace of shape.
He focused, as the water from the shower
went on its downward way.
He painted tomorrows breakfast for one
tea lipped cup, sitting sipping the beginning
on a brand new day.

He would buy her flowers, she always
welcomed their splendor whenever
he came home.

He was often a 'business man abroad'
only this time, his trip had been more, than worthwhile
(albeit at a price!)

But, yes he would buy his wife some flowers
they always made her smile...

True Story - End Of Marriage (not mine).