Time Machine Poem by Tammy Ashton

'I did'nt mean for it to happen.' 'It just happened.' 'It's not like I planned to have an affair, it just happened.' My boyfriend of 10 years explains, when I confront him on his latest indescretion.

Well that certainly makes me feel better knowing you didn't wake up with infidelity on your to do list. So let me get this straight. You are, let's say walking to the mailbox, whistling a tune, and thinking about me, of course. When from out of no where, like a bolt of lightening, BAM, you are in bed with a strange woman. Like an alien abduction or something. Sounds scary, were you scared? Did you look down at this woman and say, 'you're not my mailbox.' 'I want to go home! ' He storms out of the room.
'You're always such a smartass.' He barked as he slammed the door.

Later, I am in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. A few seconds later, I feel his hands move around my hips then he shoves one of them down the front of my pants. I turn towards him, 'really? ', 'What, I said I was sorry.' 'What more do you want from me? ' He a says with a look of confusion on his face. 'What do I want from you? ' I respond. 'I want the last 10 years of my life back that I wasted on an idiot like you.' Do you think those aliens have a time machine?