Fifty Percent

Honey, I can’t go
What, what happened?
I forgot that I promised the kids I would take them to their game.
They want their mom to go too
Oh, of course, I understand
It’s their mother and you can’t disappoint your kids
We’ll go next weekend
Okay, great
Next weekend for sure, I promise you
Next weekend for sure
Do you still love me?
Of course I still love you
Oh I miss you
I miss you too
I’ll try and call you
Okay. Bye honey
Bye
I don’t iron his shirts
I don’t open his mail
I don’t know all the jokes he tells
Or the songs he hums
Though I may hold him all through the night
He may not be here when the morning comes
I don’t pick out his ties
I don’t butter his toast
But I feel when he’s in my arms
He’s where he wants to be
We have no memories
Bittersweet with time
And I doubt if he’ll spend New Year’s Eve with me
I don’t share his name
I don’t wear his ring
There’s no piece of paper saying that he’s mine
But he says he loves me, and I believe it’s true
Doesn’t that make someone belong to you
So I don’t share his name
So I don’t wear his ring
There’s no piece of paper saying that he’s mine
But he says he loves me
And I believe it’s true
Doesn’t that make someone belong to you?
So I don’t share his name
So I don’t wear his ring
There’s no piece of paper saying that he’s mine
But we both have the memories
I have enough memories
I’ve washed enough mornings
I’ve dried enough evenings
I’ve had enough birthdays to know what I want
Like there’s anyone’s guess
It’s a constant surprise
Though you don’t plan to fall in love
When you fall you fall
And I’d rather have fifty percent of him
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all