he knows

my husband
knows,
she says to me, whispering
in an overcoat,
a large
hat hiding her head.
we are in
an alley,
in the shadows.
he knows
I don't love
him
and about us.
what?
I say.
will he kill us, or me.
oh no,
he's not a violent man,
not yet.
we're safe for now.
kiss me.