You know he thinks it secretly
That you're gone to often,
he stays to long
and the late night calls
He's a year older
and works in the city
he has a wife,
ignorant of you as of herself.
Your husband loves you
He swims in his love,
drowning in pools of hate blended well with happiness
Do you love him?
He loves to dance
his wife hates it
dancing with you across your secret hardwood floor
he doesn't love you.
No one swears it,
but you are slowly shattering everyone's shared heart
blame placed on you
because you are the woman, and yet...