The Wrong Woman

I starred into space,
I thought about her,
I missed her,
Unconsciously I painted a picture,
A picture of her,
A picture of the wrong woman.

I sat and wondered where the words had gone
They were simple words
But my tongue was tied, literally
Tied to her tongue,
The wrong tongue.

We kissed and rolled
Our bodies closer than Siamese twins
Our bodies dripping of sweat
With passion I held her body,
The wrong body.

She lay still,
Eyes tightly shut,
Lips sealed,
Just that smile,
That smile that welcomed me
After every infidelity.
I cheated on the wrong woman.

For many years I had ignored her
I had taken advantage of a good woman,
I observed her in the coffin
As she lay in state,
I failed to realise she was the right woman for me.
I cry for I was burying the wrong woman.


By:   Nonso Nwankwo