It’ll not be the first time he’ll
Have said that and not meant
It and she knows oh how she
Knows that he will probably
Say it again and bring her the
Usual flowers and maybe a new
Dress two sizes too big for her
And have that look on his face
That look he used to give his
Mother when he was late home
Or if he’d not noticed her having
Had her hair done and she knows
He’ll get down on his knees and
Pretend to beg for forgiveness
Yet at the back of his mind he’s
Already imagining the girl in the
Office bent over her desk and him
Doing what he thinks he does best
And now as she waits for him to
Come home knowing he’ll have
The words sitting on the end of
His tongue like obedient puppies
Ready for the false apology and
The flowers in one hand and the
Maybe new dress in the other and
Even though she will be able to
Smell the other woman’s scent and
See her hairs on his jacket he’ll
Have that dumb look about him
As if butter wouldn’t melt as if ice
Wouldn’t drown his drink and as
She waits for him she really just
Wants him not to come home at
All wants him to stay with the other
Woman soak into her sheets and
Into her skin with his two bit morality
And sin oh that he didn’t come home
At all she mumbles as she hears his
Key in the lock and that stupid look
On his face as the door opens up and
The flowers and bag with dress in each
Hand and hair limp by the rain she knows
He’ll say he loves her and she knows he
Will do it again the liar her lover the pain.