Permission

A Poem by Trish

If it's only on the internet, is it really infidelity?

My overreaction
Or a way to ease your guilt
Think of my apparent sin
To justify your own
But you see nothing wrong
Your actions encouraged
By others as immoral as you
Not the same on the net, you say
No meaning at all
So I’m wrong for feeling hurt
Then pursue your “online loves”
Continue the exchanges with others
That should only be between us
Say it again that I’m at fault
I’m sure she’ll agree