Explaination

I sat up in bed late one night after having
Been awoken by a troubling sensation
The feeling that you were going to do some
Damage to my trusting heart
The strange desire to wake you from your
Contented slumber and scream in your face
Gripped me as I stared across the room
At our wedding photo upon the dresser
I sighed in weary frustration before I threw the
Blankets down and crawled out of bed that night

I walked down the hall and opened the door
To your study, a testosterone haven I rarely visit
I subcumbed to the curiosity as I looked over
The work you've completed and what you were
Still working on.
That's when I came across
Her number written on a folded peice of paper
It slipped out of the book it had been stuffed within
The rage which filled me near ruined my calmness
I had to sit down for a moment and count to ten slowly
Trying to convince myself that you probably have a
Good explaination
God, I sure hope so