It's two am and he's alone. The empty spot next to him has long since gone cold. He flips over and looks out the window, her car is missing. Again. She's gone once more. He puts his head back down on the pillow and closes his eyes tightly. Tears well up and he tries hard to keep them in. He's tired of this, tired of crying over her, tired of wondering where she is every night.
He tries so hard, tries to keep her to stay in their bed all night. But no matter what she always slips out once his eyes shut.