My Best Friend's Wife

One window, three bottles of coca-cola, one mirror, two lamps, one fan, one door, two beds, a pack of smokes, one pillow, three dustbins, one chessboard, one boy and she…

He smiled-

She returned the favor-

He coughed-

She shivered-

He saw-

She closed her eyes-

And the music continued…

A cheap song-

A catchy tune-

Look of antipathy in her eyes-

That of empathy in his-

Awful- she thought.

Awe: he had fought.

Two shoes- he saw.

His place- she contemplated.

Cell phone beeps-

Nuisance creeps-

My company- he considered- in need.

Torture- she uttered- indeed.

Her hair- he noted.

His hair- she sighed.

Song changes-

She avenges-

A romantic one-

Sense? in him? None-

He: Don’t sneer me…

Don’t come near me.

You are pushing me-

I reject your plea-

What the heck!

A dick on a deck!

Shut the fuck up!

Silence- then a hiccup-

Who do you think you are?

This night? Your lucky star!

Lucky my foot-

Mind- where did you put?

I’ve had enough-

Don’t bluff-

What have I done to you?

Nothing- just that its YOU-

I am out of here-

Awww- don’t you care?

I do- I do Kate-

Then leave- why wait?

And he drove all night- came back in the morning- only to find his wife sleeping with his best friend.