They married young and grew apart, as people often do.

Future life for both of them will be with someone new.

The problem though, was cash so short

they could not move their home.

Until some savings could be made,

and low cost rents be found.

 

Circumstance demanded that

the bed must still be shared.

Things were tough, no time for fun,

except for weekend booze.

 

With inhibitions lowered and tensions greatly dimmed

he shuffled slightly closer and muttered “do you think ….?”

“Oh, if you must, I s'pose we could,

but that'll cost you the kettle.”

 

Weekend followed weekend

while no separation came.

Upon the final parting day,

no bitterness remained.

She filled a van with all her goods, and left the bargain bed. In unironed shirt he sits alone

in the pub that's now like home.

 

Note: This version is different from the audio.