Someone Else’s Husband

Today she left.

Today she left the house to go to a café.

She looked so beautiful. More beautiful than usual, if that’s even possible.

I watched her chat with a neighbor on the way out.

And she stopped to pet a dog, a huge, childlike smile on her face.

God, that smile. Like she’s lit from within.

Even on a crowded New York City sidewalk, she glows.

I know. It’s pathetic. I know that.

But what am I going to do? It’s the truth. And I’ll be damned, after everything that’s happened, if I’m going to lie anymore about how I feel or what I want.

Life is way too short. We all know that now.

I’ve made some mistakes. There’s no doubt about that. But none of them will matter if I have her.