Just a few steps behind her, he stealthily followed,
Without even giving her a clue, he played her shadow.
Every step she took or any move she made,
He was with her every moment, every hour.
Visits to the neighbourhood Church or the nearest mall,
Be it the family doctor or the tennis club.
The A to Z super market or the designer store,
He just knew it all, almost all her whereabouts.
Every night they were on either sides of the spyglass,
He wasn’t really too far from sight, just on the opposite block.
But on her, was glued, his one hawk’s eye.
And the other spied relentlessly on the world by her side.
This happened for a few weeks and he knew she was clean,
Told her husband that she couldn’t be accused of infidelity.
Believing the spy, the Billionaire husband, would seldom do,
Doubted him instead and asked if she’d bribed him to say so too.
Shaking his head in shame he wore a grim face,
Looking down upon the crippled husband on the wheel chair;
He pitied for his fate and his beautiful dame.
And wondered how she could be so true to this docile demon.
Crippled wasn’t just his physic but also his thoughts in head.
He was crippled by assumptions and inferiority all the way.
Throwing his pay cheque into the dust bin, the spy, walked away,
He just didn’t want to be a part of this noxious game.
Next week, just a few steps behind, he followed,
Now he was on a new client’s mission;
Before he knew his target took a turn into an old bookstore;
Picking up that day’s newspaper he followed her as she moved forth.
Accidentally, he read the headlines and guilt stricken he just stood;
It read that the crippled Billionaire’s wife was no more,
Her body was found, the previous night, lifeless on the seashore.
He just turned around and reached for the spyglass in his pocket,
Threw it into the nearby thrash can and ruefully walked away.