Secret wife

I'm over here in my bedroom.
The chamber I enter alone.
The room I keep for myself.
It needs work.
Life is good but messy.


Being a mistress is not for the faint of heart.
Never mind the possible condemnation of others.
What about when my beloved is ill, or lonely or just restless at night.

What about the idea that our time together is predetermined.

We can reach out at night in our beds
only to find each other alone.

I'm a secret wife to an invisible husband.