A Poem to Lost Love-  (best sung in a Kentucky accent to a lightly strummed guitar)

Just like a sweet autumn aroma,

The phantom of you drifts in the breeze.

I thought I could make it on my own,

Rid of your ills, rid of the disease.

Dear, once your love would swell inside me,

And my respiration became tight,

But you left me for a different man,

In a surgeon’s hand you quit my sight.

I wailed in regret and turned to drugs,

To find relief in your stormy weather,

But nothing could heal the hollow wound,

From when my two loves left together.

Each time I bring a drink to my lips,

In that slight caress I think of you.

But the pain makes it tough to swallow,

Pain to speak and pain trying to chew.

Alone, I contemplated the end,

But doc said I’d heal and make it through,

Still after the pain you always caused,

My dear tonsils, I miss you I do.