When my wife goes out to work, we meet.
She knows everything about me.
She knows about me more than my wife,
Even more than my mother.
About the past, the present and even the future maybe.
The only thing I know about her is,
The fact that this is not the first time we’ve met.
Although I tried to remember something about her,
And even I asked my mother about her,
I’ve found nothing.
Whereas she knows too much about me
I know too little about her.
I feel dirty but we can’t help but be together
Because she is my soul mate.
Of course, it’s a secret to my wife.