Kiss the Ring

A woman walks into the bar,
She looks around for
nothing in particular,
But still stands by the door
like something should happen soon
at any moment now,
But nothing changes, only that
the jukebox plays another tune,
My mind wanders on thoughts I don't like thinking,
I love my wife; I lean over,
I kiss the ring,

The woman decides on something,
She walks now towards the bar
closer to where I am sitting
next to a man and his cigar,
I pray that she turns away,
But she looks in my direction
biting her lips like she has
something to say,
I tell myself: "It doesn't mean a thing,
she's just trying to find a seat,"
I love my wife; I turn around,
I kiss the ring

I turn back to see that she's still there,
I return a smile,
With my throat burning all the while,
But why should she even care?
Just two strangers in a bar,
Just two strangers--
That's all we are,
I utter a slient polite greeting,
over the loud drumming
of my own heart beating,
I still love my wife; I look away,
I kiss the ring