Taken With the Wind

"Ah.."
His eyes averted away
From mine.
He knew he was in
For trouble this time.

"She and I.. well,
We've been seeing
Each other
For about two years"
His hand scratched the back
Of his head.
He wasn't lying, at least.
That was good.

It stung. I couldn't deny that.
I wanted her dead.
I wanted him dead.
I wanted to die.
No I didn't.
I felt ashamed
Disgusting
Unclean
Whore-like

"Do you love her?"
I didn't want to hear the answer.
I already knew it.

"I do."
His voice was low,
He sounded almost guilty.
"I did."