This too shall pass…,he said to her as they sat quietly at the bar…jukebox played an old song by Buck Owens…then, Pancho And Lefty, sung by Willie Nelson…he hummed along…didn’t know all the words…just the tune…

She put out her cigarette and turned to him…the old man she called him…turned to him and said…,you think it’s over ‘tween us…,the redhead took another swig of Seven and Seven…,I mean…you say this too shall pass…but I don’t know ’bout that…seems things just get crazier and crazier…,she lit another…last one…crumpled up the pack and moved it to the edge of the bar…,I mean…how can you keep on forgivin’ me…lied to you…cheated on you…I’m real sorry…,he took a swig of beer and nodded his head…it wasn’t the first time…

I look at this way…,the old man said…,always know what you’re up to…figured it wasn’t ’bout love but about a physical need…wish I could help you with that…but the cancer got me…or the radiation did…either way it don’t work no more…makes me feel like half a man…,she placed her bony fingers on his shoulder…,you’ll get it out of your system…,he told her…,you will…I’m willin’ to wait…

You’re a good man…

I’m a lonely man…I need you ’round…and if that means…so be it…that’s what you get for marryin’ an old man…,he motioned to the bartender to pour another round…

Well…yes….this too shall pass…this too…,she leaned into him where her slim waist grinded on him just a bit…kissed him…

Yeah…this too shall pass…