She bathed in the love <br />he showered on her, <br />the tiny droplets like blood <br />staining the holy threads <br />that bound her to another … <br /> <br />The husband mourned his loss <br />and regret burned holes in his heart <br />for all the knots he had tied <br />in those same holy threads. <br /> <br />He imagined her basking <br />in her lover’s smile <br />and cried as she ate forbidden fruit. <br />He waited, his eyes to heaven <br />numbed to the pain he bore, <br /> <br />his self-respect shelved, <br />his deep guilt bared <br />for the wanting, <br />for the return <br />he hopes will come. <br /> <br />Holy threads that bind her to him, <br />holy threads to stretch and bend, <br />holy threads that with forgiveness <br />beg to pull her home.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-affair/
