She never even screamed

The light gently
strokes my face,
warming as it does.
The bare walls around me
offer nothing to imagination.
I heard everything
next door did last night.
They had a romantic evening
he came home with a bottle of wine
and she had cooked tea,
later they got in the bath together,
but half an hour later only
one set of footstep went back down stairs.
The thought haunts my mind,
the bath water had been drained
as he left the room,
she never even screamed.