Fidelity

It was not so much that they had an affair.
Or that she had tortured herself for years,
Knowing this longing was festering inside her,
Poisoning the rationality of her shallow mind.
Nor that they came together after so much yearning,
(At least it seems on her part.)
No I can accept that.
Who am I to judge?
It happened to me once.

No what is upsetting is the deceit.
The careful calculated planning.
The slyness.
The half truths told to accomplish the goal.
So much thought,
Yet so little of the consequences.

What did she hope to achieve?
Positioning herself in close proximity.
Pathetic, a helpless damsel in need of rescuing.
Right on his doorstep.
And him alone too,
What hero could resist her tears, her flattery, her love confessions.

Perhaps one who used the frontal lobes of his brain.
But he didn't,
And they 'did it'.
And now for the fallout.

Fidelity is honesty.