by Scot Young
found these three poems
written about dad
how she missed him
loved him
hurt for him
how she wanted to call
him when she felt
that long sad lonesome
i never knew
she wrote poems
never said how she felt
after she left him
but these poems cried
& moaned the long
sad lonesome
when she died
he sat all day
over a beer
felt her go again
hank williams sang
all those sad songs
those lonesome songs
enough beer and hurt
to make him go
home early
one year later
patsy's faded love
played background
at his funeral
it was his poem
his manifesto of
I miss you darling…
his way of saying
goodbye to the long
sad lonesome
his way of saying
just how much…
January 11, 2009
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