JUST?

She goes to the house,
Slips out of her clothes,
And pouts up the stairs,
Expectantly, seductively.

She slinks into the bedroom,
But you are not there,
Unlike the times before.
She ponders,
Disbelievingly.

But you have gone,
Back to your wife's home.
But she is not there.
You hold your head,
Despairingly.

Your wife has moved on. Moved away.
She doesn't want you now.
And as your mistress reads your 'goodbye' note,
You realise,
You have nobody.

Around 2003