The night fisher waits patiently; No conversation necessary. His wife at home with hand on phone, Is disturbing his peace.
They met as childhood sweethearts And now they don’t even speak. She talks, he listens, they get along; But they haven’t kissed in weeks.
She says she has to dash. The food is in the oven, the doorbell rings, There is another call And the baby needs its ***** changing.
He says goodbye without I love you. They haven’t spoken in a while. He can’t recall the last time he meant it; He turns back to his solitude and raises himself a smile.
It’s peaceful now, He can relax, Not worry about who she is with. He knows one day he will kick the bucket And someone else will raise the kid; But he is not thinking about that now. He came here to forget. He comes here every chance he can get. Some claim that he is wed.
A ring upon his finger is only a disguise. He wears it only for one reason…