A Better Wife

i'm just something else he tried
 a catalogue of interests in a catalogue of lives
 i hid myself from him, i wouldn't say it was a lie
 but hiding worked its way into the way we lived our lives
 it was clear that he was troubled
 he had trouble with his pride
 but i could never tell if the fault was his or mine
 so i drew myself away, i wouldn't say i left behind
 a man who would never know the man he was inside
 in a moment he was gone, i could see that he had died
 by the quickening of blood and the fluttering of eyes
 so i held him to my breast like all the better wives
 who furnish men with love and never leave their side
 i'm just something else he tried
 the salt that's left behind after tears have dried
 and i suppose that i'll go on, after all it was my life
 and all that i supposed i held has come to be untied