Poem: No Room

It saddens me to say this

after all that we’ve been through.
But in my heart and in my home

there is no room for two.
I can’t be seeing her on weekends

and sleeping with you every other night.
Although I love making you moan

I hate fighting with my conscience

when I hold her tight.
I’ll never take you to church on Sunday;

I refuse to spend the holidays by your side.
I will never give you my house key

and I don’t dream about you being my bride.
I’m sorry that I hurt you,

I regret allowing you to believe

that our relationship had more in store.
But you deserve a man who is devoted solely to you;

someone who will stay tied to your shore.
I deserve the rapid fiery slaps in the face;

I deserve the vicious profane words that you said.
I treated you like an uptown whore

and I’m not worthy of the tears you shed.
I can only tell one person that I love them,

and unfortunately that person is not you;

Because in my heart and in my home

there is no room for two.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.