Disloyal Face

I love to romance 

My past 

Where you don't 

Hesitate to come 

For a tryst, 

You sit beside me, 

Allowing my hands 

To keep on your shoulder 

To whisper the words of love. 

But the moment, 

The present knocks 

At the door for my return, 

My eyes drop tears, 

Smiles fade 

And your disloyal face 

Taunts me to look 

At your debonair husband.