The Affair

There by the phone again
Sits all alone again
And when he comes home
it’s a distant cry
Of love that once was full of endless life

Light casts a gloomy truth
She yearns for the days of youth
The scent of perfumed skin on his clothes depart
She reaches for a knife with a desperate heart

Night of a thousand moons
She weeps as the curtains close
An aching sorrow lingers in the air
The love that once was is no longer there