It could be work,
Too much to do,
Staying late, that’s fine.
It could be friends,
A beer night,
Just a long line.
Or why not family,
Maybe a dinner,
Or a glass of wine.
Things he forgot to tell,
Things he had to do,
Things that slipped his mind.
But not a thousand excuses are good enough,
To explain the perfume, or the lipgloss marks,
Because it’s obvious, there are the signs.
And I close my eyes,
I think it through and I realize,
He’s no longer only mine.
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