days (july 96)
i don't get out much anymore
i walk to the store sometimes
braving the barking dogs
and the heat rising from the street
sometimes i get a cheeseburger and onion rings
i'll read the newspaper while i wait
one time one of the old women behind the counter
recognized me and asked about my wife
i told her she was hurt pretty bad in a car wreck
she expressed her sympathy and well-wishes
but i didn'te tell her we're seperated
or that we're getting a divorce
thinking she'd felly sorry for me
people like the old woman behind the counter
often feel that true happiness can only come
when two people are together
they're wrong, of course,
but whom am i to shatter her illusion