Whisky

Whisky 

Meanwhile, I had a glass of whisky

And talked about the events of the day

Nothing really was said and nothing passed between us

But I could go on forever that way

She watched the TV, I read the paper

I watched her watching the years slipping by

I grunted carefully, afraid to upset her

It’s my own way of keeping something alive.

and later in the silence of my lonely room

I thought about leaving; well I often do

And while I thought about where the hell would I go,

I had a glass of whisky

Or two.