His Wife’s Name

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I Googled her… I still kissed him.

Left his phone on charge, screen up, cracked glass,
Saw a picnic blanket, golden hour in Napa grass.
Two kids with his smile, one with her eyes,
He’s lifting the little one—laugh caught in the light.
No caption, no filter, just truth in plain view,
I stood there in lace, with my hair still wet from you.
Ten minutes I stared, didn’t blink, didn’t breathe,
Typed her name in the search bar like I needed to grieve.

She’s got a LinkedIn, a rescue dog named Lou,
Teaches third grade, posts garden tomatoes in June.
I memorized her life like it’s mine I should lose,
Then deleted the proof like I had nothing to lose.

I Googled her… I still kissed him.
Felt his lips like a hymn, let the guilt sink in.
I Googled her… I still let him win.
I’m not the first, but God, I want to be the last one he’s in.

He walked in slow, said, ‘You look deep in thought,’
I said, ‘Just checking flights,’ and he asked if I bought
The new heels I mentioned—he remembered the size.
I laughed, pulled him close, bit the lie like a vice.
Our wine still half-poured, that Châteauneuf-du-Pape,
I toasted to us, while I mourned her in faith.
I drank double shots just to numb the third chair,
But the high burned too good to stop breathing his air.

I don’t wanna be cruel, but I don’t wanna leave,
I’m addicted to midnight, to secrets, to thieves.
So I’ll ghost her in silence, stay quiet, stay near,
‘Cause being the secret feels more real than the clear.

I Googled her… I still kissed him.
Felt his hands pull me in, let the truth just dim.
I Googled her… I still called it sin.
I’m not the wife, but I am where he’s been.

It’s not love, it’s a rush in the blood,
It’s not right, but it feels like enough.
I could ruin a family—
but who’s left to care?
When I’m losing myself in the mess I can’t share?

I Googled her… I still kissed him.
Chose the fire, ignored the wind.
I Googled her… and I’m still in.
Not a victim, not a villain—
just the sin he’s living in.

I Googled her…

I still kissed him.