They walk the old boardwalk hand in hand The first place she asked to go on vacation Telling him it reminded her of her youth He agreed wanting to see her smile Like she used to smile when they first fell in love Instead he saw sadness in her eyes And a quietness that reflected past memories That she still hides from him after all these years Though he recognizes the longing in her eyes If she paid attention she would notice it in his own Theirs is a love of comfort and safety A mutually agreed on trade off for passion It’s warm and familiar like a cage at a zoo And like the tiger there his heart paces Back and forth wanting to hunt again At the same time wondering if he could still hunt Or if the years of domestication had turned him Into nothing more than a docile pussycat Fat and content and just dreaming Of what it would be like in the jungles again
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