I watched them climb on the bus

Him very tall and very spare

But you could see by his eyes

He wasnt really there.

Very smartly dressed 

In summer jacket and slacks

His feel encased in shoes

Parade square shining black.

His wife I think it was 

Very cool and calm

Guided him to his seat

By holding him by the arm.

When they got off the bus

i watched them down the street

He a little shaky

She precise and neat

I had seen the love in her eyes

As she martialled him with such care

The faithful loving partner and

Her man who wasn’t really there.