Ever since she could remember
All that he ever said most of the time was this
'I'm going over to my friend's place'
She hated it when he said that particular line to her
Because following that line would be a good four or five hours
Fun and joy for him outside home
Worry and frustration for her at home
Then he'd come back home
Whistling as he reaches for his keys to the door
She awaits his return in the living room
Then there came a day when he didn't return
That was the day she ever missed those words
'I'm going over to my friend's place'
She never heard them again
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