Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The other woman

I heard them laugh in the other room
Cheerful banter it seemed
How can he be happy without me
Was the first thought that came to me

The lazy times he spends with her
The stray strands of hair that he removes from her face
How I wish that was me
For his attention, it has become a race

Its hard for me to accept
that somebody else is also important to him
Its even harder to realize that
he can love somebody else as much as he loves me

The distance is growing between us
all that matters now is her
Why doesn't he see what it is doing to me
Have I become a blur?

However hard I try, I cannot  just ignore
It is eating me from inside.
My heart aches to share him
A part of me already died

I dont know why I feel jealous
I dont know why I bother
Despite knowing the fact that 
The other woman is his mother.

PS : This can be a mother's feelings too, when her son gets married. This is just from where I stand :)

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