Just a poem that I based on a country song that I heard a while back. I didn’t catch the artist’s name--sorry!

 

I wish we were fishing from a river bank.
I wish this was a river bank instead of a cemetery.
We could go fishing like we used to do.
Now you lye here in your cold grave.
I can only talk and imagine what you would say in return.
“I went to town yesterday—bought a new shotgun.
Maybe next time  I come–I’ll show it to you.
Right now I’m getting mighty blue.
I think I will go fishing and wet a line may catch a fish for you—possibly even two.”

Later
“Hi Hon!  I’m back again—Like I promised I brought my new gun.
I caught you a fish yesterday and ate it too.
I cooked it just like you used to do.
Do you remember how we ate those fish that you cooked for me?
I get so tired carrying on these one-sided-conversations with you, but I wanted you to see
My new gun and hear it the first time I shoot it too.
Listen now, as I come to join you.
KABOOM!
Now, I breathe my last breath of air in despair.