The mirror

  I stare at her,

the monster, the home wrecker.
She stares back at me,
her eyes wearing the
same expression of hate.
I hate who she is,
what she is, her very
existence.
  She coveted him,
knowing he was
already taken.
  She seduced him,
had him, while his
other half cleaned
up after him.
  When at home,
he was the perfect man,
helpfull, loving, passionate.
But he had to
"work" late alot.
  And now she's
stolen him.

He left his life

for her.

  She sits at home,

wondering...

When he stays

 at work late.

  Maybe this is her

karma, price to pay.

She's a monster, home wrecker.

I put the mirror down

sit and wait,

for you to come...

home.