A friend stopped by
To tell me his wife had left him
I didn’t want to be rude
But, I had to ask
How long did he think she was going to stay?
For she was beautiful, he was not
How long did he think it would last?
For she was young, he was not
He said he figured it would last about as long as it did
So I had to ask him another question
How did he know this?
He looked up from his coffee
With heavy, tired eyes
He said he knew she would only stick around
As long as his money did
Then we sat in silence
And finished our coffee
© Dicky J Loweman 2015