"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife"
We once exchanged so many kisses:
illicit furtive pleasures;
and holding hands, we'd shy from people:
survival safety measures.
The calendar was counting passion;
you waited for your freeing;
but now you've won your single status,
we come to disagreeing.
I wonder why your feelings altered:
a missing thrill of danger?
I find myself declared redundant -
and you shall seek a stranger.
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.