A Witness to Infidelity

They went to find him.
He left.
He left them behind.
Days and weeks had gone,
but they found him.
Was it too late?
He had focussed his attention elsewhere,
taken up with somebody else.
A "her", out there.
A strange photo, familiar only to the boy, lay against the corner of a framed mirror.
He had seen her before, the boys eyes did.
Now she brings memory, and pain to a mothers face, and tears.
Tears that rise from her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
The sister, and daughter, was not there.
His boots, his scent, his clothes, it was all there.
She would take him back.
She loved him much more than he did her.
They made love in the bed that at first both mother and son had occupied.
Pretending to be asleep, he hoped that they'd keep
The hurried promises made;
if not for themselves
then surely for his sake.