I fell in love… again

 On a Tuesday

The way he strutted across the room with such effortless refinement

The way his lithe body

 danced through his black tuxedo.

The way his bow tie

 formed an equilateral triangle if a line were to be drawn

across its two ends.

The way he smiled

with the corner of his mouth

And my heart subconsciously

melted in its place.

She; my heart,  had seemed to forget

Her present history of

how Tunde took advantage of her trust

 and lay with the maid

I didn’t think about how

I had cried every night for three months.

I didn’t think of how Ayomide and Ayoola

 would cry for their dad

every night,

 simply because they wanted him

 to kiss them good night

i didn’t think of how it broke my heart

 every time to tell them he wasn’t coming home

 this night, like every other night.

I didn’t think of the disgust I felt

 when relatives suggested that I go

and beg the man who breached ‘MY’ trust.

But now,

All I felt for this stranger,

 at this point, was peace,

and that kind of love that lasts

 for a moment or two.

So as he strode towards me,

 I smiled,

uttered the words, “Thank you”

& left the ball a different woman.

 Because at that point,

 I had realised,

 Love never runs out.

 No matter how hard it’s  ‘squeezed’

 out of the heart,

 there is always more flowing out

Tunde isn’t my end.

He was merely the close of a chapter.

A chapter of a best freaken selling novel B-)