The Other Woman
She will have to make the words spoken evaporate into thin air
She will have to remove the musky smell of togetherness from the sheets and curtains
She will have to clean out the tell tale stains of coffee spilt on his bed and her toothbrush from his bathroom closet
Playing the pretend game she will lock it all up in her dream box as if it never really happened
As if she was never really here or anywhere
As if she really did not exist.