“I could name the very moment when it had begun,
and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour.”
Graham Greene ~The End of the Affair
Let me stress, the start was honest; stigmatic as two bleeding hearts
Not one moment did we dally; planning, daring, all that mattered
Lovers careless, feeling carefree; combustible the sense of guilt
Joy was judge of stolen chances; jealousy was wanting more
Hindsight's such a hateful thing; its hard enough to retrospect
The ticking clock our trespasser; love soon trickled through the cracks
As my life's blood leached away; I legislated out of bounds
In the end God broke our bonds; though not before my name was called
Let's not be bitter looking back; just beaten by the cruellest trick
My husband's hubris was the flaw; he too is sad it ended thus,
For Bjorn’s MTB prompt: Meet the Bar with a Beat we are writing an alliterative verse where the three stressed repeat sounds provide rhythm rather than reliance on syllabic count or rhyme
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