this affair

as she lay
in his bed, across
the room
she could see
his wife's hair
brush, still
with long black
strands
from when she last
used it.
her perfume,
on the dresser,
a pink bottle
on a mirrored
pond
where a ring
and a watch sat
as well,
in reflection.
how unkind we are,
she thought,
how lost this
is.