The Other Woman

The other woman is confident but tender
The other woman is understanding but slightly jealous
The other woman is here for you until you abuse her.

She is gone.
Gone like the heated affair across the city.
Gone like the forgetfull place you once had that memory.

She needs space too, but you left her out too long. Long enough to dry-up.
Flowers are not pretty when they dry-up.

The other woman never stays long because other women never do.

She is the other to your wife. She is the other to your lover. She is the other to your sister, daughter, and even yourself.
She fit that void where you needed to fuck, where you needed to laugh, where you needed to abuse, and where you needed to rise above.

The other woman doesn't need your explanation just let her go when she is already gone.

The other woman doesn't need your drama.