The Dear John Letter

Dear John,

My beloved Don Juan

Easy on the eyes

Darkened as the lonely skies.

Trusting you ever so much

You are my emotional crutch.

Sitting there

Shirtless and bare

On the cover

You are my fantasy lover

Stripped from the pages.

Making minimum or no wages

Only there for me

Dreaming when I can see.

At the late-night café sipping tea

Chapter turns.

My lust burns.

For you are a fictional character

Temptation, why would it matter?

If I am hooked

Closing the paperback book

Enjoying the fetish episode

Featuring an image tan and gold

Until my partner comes home

Seeing me all alone

“Reality had its way.

I am sorry,” he did say.

For what? I speak.

Not being meek

Tonight, I had an affair.

With a devilish delectable debonair

Being very kind

In my mind

I still remember when you were cool.

By the singles pool

My guard I did drop.

Boy watching, I did stop.

When I shop

Down at the discount mall

Reading phone numbers on the wall

Finding treasure in the mist and steam

Wearing attractive tight designer jeans

I will kiss you good night.

My husband defending me, right.

Remember this.

Do not hiss.

About who?

Since our relationship is true

And I am due.

So, pick a color, pink or blue.

As we are now three instead of two

Sincerely your other half

Craving pickles while soaking in a self-drawn candlelit bath.