The Shadow He Competes With
She sits beside him, her fingers laced in his,But her mind weaves a face she’s never kissed.A man born of dreams, of whispers at night,He’s perfect in ways her heart thinks is right. Her husband speaks, his voice steady, deep,But there’s another tone her thoughts seek to keep.It’s softer, untested, not worn by time,A melody imagined, without reason or…