NOT THE OTHER MAN.

Jean saw a bluebell
Then the rain fell.
She walked home alone.
Jean had ignored you
Sure she bored you.
This she found hard to own.
There was a bluebell
In the garden,
Then the rain fell on her cheek.
Jean wanted to beg
Your pardon
For the fact that she
did not speak.

There was music.
There were children.
What could be a better scene?
And her husband looking gorgeous.
What could this confusion mean?
Jean saw a bluebell
Then more rain fell
And her heart felt sad
She was walking home
In April wondering why
She felt so bad.

Then she realised
Herself she despised.
Something inside must change.
She would pray more.
And her marriage rearrange.
Then the bluebell
As the rain fell
Quivered in the soft Spring air.
And a short-lived
infatuation suddenly
Wasn’t there.

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