‘I have to go.’
She whispers and sighs into his ear.
Uncovers herself from the sheets
And slips from the bed.

The clock reads three o’clock
The moon illuminates the bedroom

‘Why, baby?’
He groans as he sits up
Trying to calm his harsh breathing
Wipes the sweat from his face.

Shadows dance upon the white walls
Her silhouette moves towards the door

‘I have to return home to him.’*
She replies, her gaze falls to the floor
Reaching for the doorknob,
Filled with so much guilt.