On an impulse she had taken the bus.
And landed at the beach, after office, thus.
He was touring and in another city
But wasting a lovely evening would be such a pity.
She walked barefoot, her work shoes in hand
As a gentle breeze toyed with an errant strand.
The setting sun painted the skies with its glow
And she reviewed her life like a rerun show .
Sweet nothings, caresses and happy tears ...
Changed to angry words , distances and niggling fears.
She casually glanced at folks nursing their sun downer
When she suddenly spied her touring out-of-towner !!
As she watched them holding hands and passionately kissing
Her feet turned cold and her disbelieving heart went missing.
Sick and dizzy as Betrayal took her on a choppy ride
She returned to Calm with the incoming tide.
Her throat was dry and her eyes a tear stained red.
But an inexplicable lightness swirled in her head.
Despair and anger gave way to a new emotion.
Changing the situation from Betrayal to Liberation.
For Writer's Island Prompts : Impulse / Betrayal / Liberation.
16th May 2008.