my man has a fling

he has a fling,
or two or three,
with women i know not of,
because he's on and off,
and on again,
asking me why,
i don't have flings?
"i love you!",
i say,
supposedly angry,
then i ask him why,
he has these flings,
why, when i'm very alive?
his laughter loud
and very distinct,
echoes in the room
most loudly in my head,
"this women i have a fling,
or two or three with,
shes only in the pages,
and the books on our shelves,
darling, you are beyond compare,
these women are only alive,
in the pages that i read,
trust me, your man has no real flings!"