The Mistress

If you see me on the street

I don’t expect we’ll speak

But please acknowledge me

And don’t pretend we didn’t sleep

Entangled in the sheets

She washes every week

But don’t you worry

I won’t make a scene in front of her.

‘Cause I know you love me

Though not enough to leave

And I’m half praying

You would disappear to somewhere

I could never be.

No. I couldn’t let you go.

I’m forced to watch the show;

I bought the most expensive seats.

I’m here in the front row.