He sits in the evening, worst part of the day!
They sat there together and each had their say.
In happier times when moments were shared
they each told the other just how much they cared.
But now that she`s gone and left him alone
his chair is a chair and no longer his throne.
He sits there forlorn and pictures the scene
when he was a king and she was his queen.
The hand he`s been dealt may bring forth a curse,
but life must go on for better or worse.