He hopes she doesn’t see
The doubt in his eyes as she pours his tea
The kids dress for school, he looks at his watch and
Wonders how long it’ll be.
Before, she reads the signs
Do I deserve what is mine?
He knows he can’t be, the husband she needs
It’s only a question of time.
God only knows all I wanna be told
Is how to feel warm when my body is cold
All I can see through the branches and trees
Is deep down inside I’m down on my knees
He smiles, folds his arms
Tries to look thoughtful and calm
Says something trite, nods all around
Smooths out his tie with his palm.
He stares, at his shoes
Feeling like yesterday’s news
A liar at home, imposter at work
When will they see through this ruse?