Song for a broken wife

She doesn’t whistle

because she loves me

so.

But

perhaps the desire is clear,

yet she cannot bear to see me leave.

I put it out of my mind,

mostly

because I can’t stand to think of it.

What about the establishment.

Does it mean nothing? It means nothing.

Na na na na na

And yet,

we push and pull and even though

two is better than one,

we stay.

She stays.

Despite the purple days.

And nights.

I can’t breathe

sometimes.

And I am what I am

I can’t hide, can she?

I’m sorry.

Na na na na na