i think he's cheating on me

i think he's cheating on me,

she says.

i can feel it

in my bones.

my hands tremble.

i'm nervous and upset.

i look out the window

for his

car.

he's never late like this.

he said eight

and now it's eight fifteen.

i know it's only been three

weeks, but

i'll give him everything,

my heart, my house, my soul,

my bank

account,

he knows this,

why would he not call, why

would he not

text

and tell me where he is?