Another artless poem

Absence she says
makes the heart grow

fonder for others
she giggles

on the phone
right hand close

to her mouth
comforting a friend

who had found herself a lover
and been caught

and was now separated
and struggling

her husband lying to the world
wanting Christmas together

wanting to hide his shame
his humiliation his anger his pain

even though some may not admit to this
without our woman for a man

its all falling
apart

Men know
our woman makes us

great
in this World

its why we fight wars
and write poems

its why we go forth every morning
wanting to conquer

anyway I think
it doesn't surprise me

his lying

if he stops to consider
his loss he'll see

everything
crumbling

he'll have to admit
another man won

his wife
is gone

something/everything
irretrievably

lost
now

he will find it harder
to enter a room

head high
chest out

humility is for monks
not for lawyers

and tears
for when you admit to a broken heart

clearly
he is not ready

to forgive
or forget or move on

I don't think
she

heard me
thinking this

I don't think
her friend

is ready
either