under a paper thin moon
you walked away
like a little girl
the night before
in a little white box house
you sat next to a fire and said
that’s funny
and i guess that it was
a long time ago i loved you
you smiled and shrugged
put your cigarette out
and asked for a refill
i loved you too
i said and filled your empty glass
you laughed and said thanks
you always did have
a unique sense of humor
a wooden leg and the best ass in the world
i will miss you
so will the dog
he’s even sadder than i am
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