Missing Her
By Gunslinger
I threw away your number- And trashed your pictures, too. I did my best to purge myself, Of every thought of you... I said that it was foolish- For a man to feel this way. But I keep hoping for an e-mail Each and every day. I think about your voice at night And toss and wonder, "Why?" A man who's suffered as I have- Still finds the tears to cry... I've always heard a cowboy- Should never shed a tear... But all my life I've seen them, Sitting, crying in their beer... What lies in the future? I really cannot say... But I know I'll face it, missing her, Each and every day. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 05:13 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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