The scent of jasmine still clings tight to your shirt.
I know that you weren't at work.
The red around your eyes,
Tells stories... Lies.
You stumble forth to the couch.
The beer scent spewing from your mouth.
I could look away in dismay.
Or love you for you come home each day.
Why do you look to the whore with adoration?
Why is it we share no communications?
I stand up and guide you to our room.
Letting the us become in the darkness; consumed.
Four little words I just want to say.
Do you love me?
But Just whisper your name.
"I love you my dear"
Is all you shall hear.
I cannot give in to my angry thoughts.
Though most women would say I ought.
I cover you with the blanket and watch you close your eyes.
I touch your hair and quietly say good-night.
Walking from the room,
I know we are doomed.
The alcohol will keep you away.
And I will never say.
"I want out and I want a divorce."
Because Loyalty is what I am for.
You will leave soon enough.
And I will forever remember.
Our drunken Love.
