Here on a sofa with the burning side light,
In front of TV, with eyes sleepy and tight;
Thou away within no reach of a man’s flight
I sleep on a sofa as if awake in day light.

I remember your promise of together life long,
I gave you not such a promise, so much strong;
I knew me very well so I kept the mouth tight,
I gave no such word that I could keep it right.

I have now earned a right to scold you straight,
Instead of me, you went away, is it not a trait?
You broke the promise, I kept one that was none;
I wish you not promised me, but I had given one.

Were the promises just to be given and forgotten?
Is this just? Play the game and the rules broken?