The Ache of An Abandoned Wife

She did not have to guess. She felt it in her bones. Unfaithful he always was, Unfaithful he'll always be. She knew where he would be. Anger flared in the pit of her stomach, A heart-wrenching in the ache of fire. What could she do? Revenge? She rejected such thoughts Knowing well enough She was no match against him. Why couldn't he love only her? Why did he leave her dehydrated of love? As in the Fall, her love-like leaves Fell down, turned brown, Definitely to be lost forever. She'll do without him, come what may. Thus she lay on her settee, love choked, Folded herself foetus-like, Relishing the darkness of her abode. Another lonely night, cursing her dreams. A wave of nausea gripped her soul, Knew she'll have to take her medication Before she really turned sick. She swallowed the two pills, She would not please him and have more. But she could not resist Drinking ruby red dry wine. She felt confused. Did she swallow her pills? Doubt after doubt after doubt. Her bottle seemed empty. So she drank some more. Finally, she slept Alone, abandoned on the settee.