She said nothing, her face was angry,
just left her red leather bag.

Then she crossed the room without looking back.
Slowly she packed a suitcase,
with a cold expression on her face.

Next to her favourite bag she left a letter.
Her breathing was fast beneath her pink sweater.

Then she looked at me
for the very first time,
her silent eyes saying:
“I will be fine.”

With a sad gait she walked away.
Her flowery perfume decided to stay.

Her favourite bag remained behind,
my Christmas present for her—
it was declined.

I have not opened the letter yet – I have all the time.
I have not touched the bag she left behind.

To me, infidelity changes everything,
like someone cutting off your wings.

Her chair looks sad and empty.
Her bag seems angry with me.

My time is mine,
and I have plenty.

My spirit is learning
how to be free.

We all make mistakes,
every day, every hour.

Forgiveness takes
so much power.

If you forgive once,
will it happen again?

Or will betrayal inside you
forever remain?