Missing Her Poem by John Yaws

Missing Her



J 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.

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John Yaws

John Yaws

Gonzales Co., Texas, USA
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