Who is that?

An interesting attempt at poetry. Let me know if it is any good.

 

His mind reeled, panicking.

She was walking,

over there,

not with him.

 

Who is that?

 

She couldn’t…

There is no way.

How could she?

She promised she wouldn’t…

 

Who is that?

 

But there had been so many times,

and it couldn’t happen,

no, not again.

There must be some explanation,

some reason.

 

Who is that?

 

There had been the time,

not long before,

when another had done the same.

He remembered it vividly.

 

The door had been ajar,

ever so slightly.

He was working so much.

The day he found her,

it was the same.

 

The restaurant,

that horrible place.

He couldn’t remember why he was there.

Horrible food.

 

And she walked in,

not alone.

 

The shock,

the anger,

the horrible grief,

and then the long night.

 

It was over that night.

And he remembered it vividly.

 

Who is that?

 

It can’t be.

It won’t be.

He had worked hard on this one.

There had been so much,

so much good.

 

There was happiness.

He had a new job, a new place.

 

He had closed the door,

and locked it.

 

Yet here she was.

 

Who is that?

 

How could she do this to him?

How could she consider it?

What went wrong?

Or did anything go wrong?

 

Who is that?