you stood next to an oak tree
under a quarter moon
in my backyard
smiled
shrugged
said
i love you but
you laughed
you’re such a screw up
i agreed lit a cigarette said
but you love me sort of
yeah sort of
i picked up my shovel
walked into the house
poured us each a shot of whiskey
yelled
you coming in
in a minute
i did both shots
poured two more
my dog walked into the kitchen
looked at me like i'm nuts
i am crazy
about you
that’s true
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