I'M INTO A MOTHER
I vowed never to love a woman older than me, Even my friends, my colleagues, they knew this truth. Yet I found myself choking on that promise, When I saw her, smiling, talking to her son— A smile so full of love, A mother, a goddess in her care. And in that moment, I thought, "I want her. I want that love, That smile, To be the mother of my children." But she’s married, And each night, I battle cruel thoughts— Wishing her husband gone, Praying for a fate that never comes. I hate this longing, this bitter truth: I met her too late. I wish we’d met before. My dreams are of a family—her and me— She once whispered her weariness, Tired of work, but needing more. In my dreams, I tell her, “You don’t have to work. Quit if you wish, I’ll provide for you, for our son.” But it’s only a dream. We played tennis once, She was graceful, skilled— And with every swing, every glance, I fell deeper. She became the one I could never have. No one knows this, Not even my closest friends, That I’v...