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forgotten
by Adrian Fosterwhat used to fill
these small town streets
has become a memory
somewhat a feeling of defeat
no glimpse of you anywhere
though I do not seek
just go about my daily
and challenges brought each week
although the husband
on his "high horse"
for what reason
I can only imagine
judging from his demeanor
it's yourself
you've given back to him
the sissy(hubby)and the boys play
the staring game
as if it matters to me
childish acts of what
they think is "tough"
their insecurities
immaturities
setting my mind free
but it humors me to see
sissy thinks he has
the upper hand
walking around with you
and the dog
acting like he's earned the title
of a man
and I think he's confused
not able to tell
that the façade he's living
is not going to end well
smiling at me
like he has the better of you
he would stand beside himself
if he knew half the things
you and I used to do
pleasure in public places
pleasures in places, on you
he's NEVER had
it's a wonder we were never caught
we would behave so bad
in Dunkin Donuts parking lot
at The Bon Ton
at the dike
behind the State Police training barracks
while people walked by
or rode their bikes
let's not forget the best one
still clear in my head
pleasure in your husband's house
in the kitchen
on the couch
in your oldest son's bed
but probably the most intense times
were here at my place
you screaming in ecstasy
at the top of your lungs
that sexy smile
always on your face
had to tell your kids
you weren't here one day
as you lay naked in my bed
to save you from disgrace
but enough of that
i can go on forever
about our intimacy
something you selectively
choose to remember
although you remember it clearly
just another vice to use
when you choose
to stick a pin in me
then there's this thing
with your husband's jealousy
because you don't sleep with him
and he's not getting any
while he knows I've gotten
more than plenty from you
more than enough
to satisfy an army
or two
knowing him the way I do
he'll say he's not jealous
but i can see it in his eyes
he can not do anything
to break the ties
between us
hell i'll bet he hasn't a clue
we were intimate every day
after our day in front of justice
if he did
you'd probably have a new address
but it has been done
not by or for him
this game is over
and it was only
a one-sided win
..not yours
07/08/2016
Author's Note: Brian and your oldest, Nick. Laughable...lol. Still playing the staring game when neither of them have the balls to do anything but stare. Certainly they're "writing checks that their asses can't cash". Regardless, no matter how much they try to instigate a "problem" with me,, I'm smarter than that. I'm certainly not the same person I was back then but Brian isn't smart enough to realize that,,and Nick didn't fall far from the tree...lol. Brian, whining to me that he's going to get a PFA on me for walking past the front of the house. Saying that I'm harassing him... LMAO! He's dumber than he looks. Wonder when he's going to realize that you're just using him to get by in life. Because, otherwise, you said you'd have absolutely no idea what to do by yourself. But, I guess he's using you just as well. Enjoy that couch you sleep on. If Brian knew what you did that same night of our day "in front of justice", you'd definitely be living at your mother's house. If he knew what you gave me for my valentines day gift, in my truck at the dike, his head would probably explode. That wasn't far off from that day either. Oh yea, and the only reason we had that day "in front of justice" was because Brian told you that he was going to kick you out of the house if you didn't do what he wanted. You told me that to my face. You said that there was no way you were going to live with your mother and your druggy brother Michael. I'm sure your boys have put two and two together already, or maybe your daughter told them, that there was a reason that your van was always parked close to my house whenever they went looking for you. I eventually fixed that by hiding your van behind my house. I'll bet they're proud to call you mom. :-/
Posted on 07/09/2016
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