What happened, buddy? You've never let me down before. It's not like I'm old enough for erectile dysfunction. I don't think that's the problem. I'm only 30, for chrissakes! So why, oh where, did you go?
Just last night, you skipped out of the bedroom, leaving me lying there feeling ridiculous and superfluous. Why, oh where, have you gone to?
You came back this very morn, unafraid of the consequences that your return might bring. There was nothing I could do for you then, it was too little, too late. (No, that's not what I mean). Why, or when, did you sneak back in?
Last weekend, you hurried through the job, and rushed out the door. How was I to account for your behavior then? What am I supposed to say or do to make up for your irresponsible behavior? Why, oh where, is it you run to?
Please come back for real this time -- you know where to find me.