Lunacy

He pretends,
says goodbye,
turns the corner,

then he looks back,
rings a doorbell,
disappears inside.

She suspects, 

then follows, 

then hides. 

And she waits 

while she stares, 

finally discovers:

There's a window, there's a light, a blonde woman, and they kiss.

All the photos, 

all his clothes, 

all his books, 

there's a fire.

The police, the journals, the neighbours.

Her burned soul.

Her burned corpse.

A widower.

A smile.