fine…

when’d i last see you…where was it…in a hospital bed…long before that…

there were those endless drives ’round Indiana…sun going down…dark on county roads…’falfa fields mumbling…

amish would serve us dinner…broasted chicken and various forms of starch…with thick gravies…you loved apple butter…

when’d i last see you…belt in your hand…being young was the crime…how many have paid for that…

letters written to confidants…read aloud my secrets….never privacy…an open book…you opened it…

sundays in silence…the southern way…stories kept quiet…confessions never confessed…not without a threat…

when’d i last see you…not in that coffin…nor burned ashes did i collect…you were gone…gone

and that is fine…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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