A Married Woman: Act One: Scene Two

How It Would Be To Love Your Fourth Man

Tell me how it would be to love the fourth man in your life,

When you are forced to love him

And are tired of loving

And you don’t even know how to love.

You tried it three times and you failed thrice.

And yet you are asked to love the fourth man.

Tell me how to do it this time?

How can you love him, your fourth man,

When all you have new for him is only your body?

Everything else has spent.

Everything else is taken away

By the other three scoundrels:

First has taken and occupied all your memory;

Second has snatched all your passions;

And the third mercilessly seized all your emotions.

All that remains is your body.

Is that enough to love your fourth man?

How are you going to love your fourth man,

When you don’t know anything about him?

You don’t know how he thinks, acts and reacts.

You don’t know whether he knows you.

All you know is his disposition,

That too, only point zero zero one percent.

You see him at times too innocent.

Sometimes he appears to be thoughtful too.

At times he is caring and understanding.

At other times he is childish and childlike.

When you can’t figure out who he is,

And whether he is acting or not,

How you are going to love your fourth man?