The End Of Their Affair Poem by John F. McCullagh

There was a quiet, then, between them
as if neither one dared speak.
One wished to be decisive
out of fear of being weak.

The tension was unbearable
The stress was off the chart.
Her crystal dream was shattered
by this Rogue's unfaithful heart

" Let there be no tears in this-
time, later, enough to weep.
We both know well whose fault this is;
Let just admit defeat."

She walked away in silence
with nary a glance behind.
He was sentenced to do penance
for all the rest of time.