Map

The damp imprint left on

The bedsheets where we just laid down with each other

Is nothing more than a

Map of the lies of this secret life

We are living

A journey we have embarked on

Foolish or not

It is what it is

She knows something’s up

And my husband does too

But we can’t seem to stop

Or jump off this fast moving vehicle,

That will either crash, burn out or run out of gas

This barreling train of passion will

Eventually jump the tracks

We will be held liable

For the damage we are doing

But for now,

The damp imprint left on

The bedsheets where we just laid with each other

Is nothing more than a

Map of the lies of this secret life

We are living.

- Julie O'Hara

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