I watch her again today, she goes to the gym, I see her dark hair damp from the shower I know she has taken.  I watch her go to lunch with him, see her eyes alight, her teeth bright against her dark skin.  I watch her go to the cheap motel she often frequents and watch as her lover gently pats her bottom.

I find the room she is in.  I wait outside and listen, giggling and soft words.  I wait a little longer.

I use the key and let myself in.  There she is, her naked lithe body next to the body of her lover.

I want to be angry.  I want to be sad but I can’t.  I’m just pleased she has finally moved on from me.  After all I am no good to her dead am I?