Trust

Down the pub
Kevin’s out with the lads
knocking back and throwing a flight.
It’s where he’ll always be found
away from his girl
on a Friday night.

Ten o’clock
as he hits double top
in trouble motors fit to bust.
Carol’s been seen at a bar
unusual for her
parading a touch,
parading a touch
too much lust.

Trust.

At the bar
Carol picks up her bag
as Kevin pulls up in the street.
When they meet in the doorway
she turns on the charm
and denies the charge,
and denies the charge
of deceit.

Trust.

Driving home
Carol waves it away,
Kevin reads her chapter and verse.
Knowing this one is over
and smiling inside,
she thinks of the note,
she thinks of the note
in her purse.

Trust.

Trust.

Copyright Keith Ames