wrote a letter to ya…

oh yeah…

can’t remember where I put it…

misplaced it huh…

guess you could say that…

what’d it say…

lots of things…asked how you were gettin’ along in your new life…talked ’bout how I missed ya and all…think ’bout ya…sometimes I’ll be in the kitchen and the most random things’ll cross my mind…strange things…like when we used to celebrate holidays together with your family…I’ll be thinkin’ ’bout Christmas and it’s August…

yeah…I know that feelin’…

do ya…you think ’bout me like that sometimes…

sometimes…can’t help it…we were together so long…hard not to…but then the bad stuff comes up…

yeah…bad stuff…how we couldn’t get along…how we wanted kids…broke half the time…

you were always cheatin’ on me…thought I didn’t know but I knew…you were galavantin’ ’round the country with a woman in every state…caught on after a while…

how’d you know…

you’re no different from the rest…tell me you’re goin’ out for a beer and I knew you were goin’ over to some whore house ‘cross town…that’s why you were always broke…that’s why you were always dippin’ into savins…

sorry…

I’d get so mad…didn’t know what to do with myself…my grand daddy was the same way…my daddy too…all of ’em…you men just can’t be trusted…

no…no we can’t…guess it’s always been that way…man’s gotta screw whatevers in front of him…I’m guilty… I know that…and on behalf of man-kind I apologize to ya…

yeah well…one I got now is the same way…we just keep repeatin’ ourselves don’t we…well…better than bein’ alone I guess…I guess…

I’ll see if I can find that letter for ya…

that’s OK…you done told me what’s in it…

what’s that…

more lies…