Without her

 

He humors them

And takes the pill

To keep them quiet

To make them still

 

When they leave

He’ll have a nip

He keeps it hidden

So they won’t quip

 

It’s not so bad

To live this way

They love and fuss

Just on Sunday

 

When she was there

He had his pal

There sits the chair

Of his old gal

 

He never thought

That she’d go first

He shakes it off

This thought, the worst

 

Alone at home

He pops a beer

The TV’s on

His cat is near

 

The game begins

He shuts his eyes

And sees her face

In time he cries