The Women I'm Not Married To

The Women I’m Not Married To

The women I’m not married to You see them in the spring
Out in Washington Square Wearing someone else’s ring
They are put together They are something to behold
They don’t appear to weather They’re never growing old
I am grateful to All these women who
don’t finish my sentences Or tell me what to do

The women I’m not married to Don’t hear me when I say
Honey I’m home At the end of the day
The women I’m not married to Don’t benefit
From the way I fold the towels Or play the clarinet

Yesterday at the grocery In the checkout line
I saw a woman I’m not married to She seemed to be just fine
Without me as her man Without me in her life
Without any thought Of being my wife
She’s just one more I can add to my list
Of women in the world I have never kissed

I am grateful to All these women who
don’t finish my sentences Or tell me what to do

The women I’m not married to Never ask me when
I am coming home Or wonder where I’ve been
The women I’m not married to Don’t give the 3rd degree
When I crawl in hours later Than I said I’d be
They don’t use my toothbrush Or wear my shorts
They don’t hog the bathroom Or want a divorce

The women I’m not married to Make very few demands
Have zero expectations I’m not even in their plans
The women I’m not married to Have gone their separate ways
I haven’t heard from a single one In just as many days
The women I’m not married to Are so easy to love
To adore them from afar Is really quite enough