A scared rabbit could not have looked
as scared as he did when I told him in the park
I wanted to talk about her
a consultation, my need to talk to someone.
I knew he had gone through
the same emotional wringer as I had,
what did he think I should do,
while he told me flat out,
he was still loyal to his wife,
too scared to admit things
had gone further than he had intended,
mentor turning into something
far more romantic, and he,
insisting during the first
of several meetings that we go back
to the office separately,
scared she might see us together
from the window behind her cubical,
and guess what we might be up to.
For later meetings, he insisted
we also leave separately
and meet in a park so hidden from view
we might be plotting,
when all I needed to know
is how he handled being with her
when I could not,
learning from all this
he wasn't handling it at all
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