for certain

By Turtledove

you would come home late at night most times
as you slipped your worn hands over the doorknob
i wondered
where they had been

i didnt mean to be paranoid
but lying in bed alone most times
can do that to you

when you ran the water i tried to forget the hands
you washed meticulously

i rolled over towards the light
and your shadow
we carried on a nice conversation
until you hit the switch and he was gone

you were as quiet as
a man like you could be

a man
like you
should be

i know you dont belong to me
and those nights i knew it

i shared you with the water
and those hands gave you away