Day.

They would eat breakfast together in the kitchen.

Wash the dishes.

Sitting side by side on the couch.

Playing around.

Then he would be gone.

Night.

He comes late.

Not telling where he went.

Though she did have a pretty good idea.

He sings her to sleep.

Lays in bed for a good half an hour.

He slips out of the blanket.

And he would be gone.

Where does he go?

Oh yes, she certainly knows.

He doesn't love her.

He couldn't love her.

Because he's with someone else.