Aspiri, Cuckold.

Aspiri, Cuckold

 After I got out of prison
 I spent the rest of my life in Merida
 And came back to Chetumal to die.
 I couldn't forgive; I wasn't happy, not that I wanted to be.
 I threw away my honor
 And a possible career in engineering:
 Two wounds deeper than hers,
 Two blows that struck the chest with more force;
 And for the Chetumal gossips
 A scandal that filled my soul with muck.
 And my consolation:
 When I died, having spent fourteen years in prison,
 The necessary and indifferent payment for her death,
 She'd already spent thirty years in hell.