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Introduction --- Poetry | Reminiscence On some nights He would play Willie Nelson’s Maybe I didn’t love you Some nights, there would be Quite as often as I could have He usually got angriest at dinnertime Maybe I didn’t treat you
It could be any reason Quite as good as I should have A grimy glass that should have been bright If I made you feel second best Bread crumbs on the butter Girl I’m sorry I was blind He would throw food everywhere You were always on my mind At her and against the walls You were always on my mind It was his artwork Maybe I didn’t hold you My brothers and I would sit at the table All those lonely, lonely times Frozen like Da Vinci’s Last Supper And I guess I never told you Our eyes quickly turning towards him and away I’m so happy that you’re mine He was more like Judas than Jesus Little things I should have said and done If he managed to catch the eye of one of us I just never took the time He’d yell at us about staring You were always on my mind He’d stand up and head towards her You were always on my mind And he would beat her Tell me, Tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died Always blows to the body Give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied He hadn’t hit her on her face since 1972 Keep you satisfied When he slapped her With blows to the body Little things that I should have said and done He never said anything in that locked room I just never took the time I always wondered what he was thinking You were always on my mind When he played this song after beating her You were always on my mind She always forgave him You were always on my mind Until the day she died You were always on my mind What was she thinking? | |||
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