Ripples

Sitting in the corner watching ripples in my beer I blink away the wetness but those ripples reappear This used to be our corner and my grin was ear to ear But now I sit alone here watching ripples in my beer Was it careful scheming, did it happen on a whim And if it had to happen did it have to be with him My trusted wife and one true friend; our little group drank here But now it’s only me that sees the ripples in my beer A microwave, a meal for one, an armchair for a bed Cannot entice me from this place I now call home instead I should confront the barman for he still puts three seats here But I don’t wish to advertise the ripples in my beer I know I must accept that soon they’ll tell me I must leave The world will not adjust its diary just cos people grieve Thankfully the place I once called home is fairly near So I’ll spend these last moments watching ripples in my beer I’ll slump into my armchair once I’ve laid her supper out And dream that I awake to hear her footsteps move about I know I’m slightly squiffy but my insight now is clear If I drink up there won’t be any ripples in my beer My wife can take that slimy toad and crawl under a log They can have each other if they just return my dog My sidekick and my kemosabe, she was ever near Without my dog here at my feet, there’s ripples in my beer.