Coffee With A Friend

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