Missing Uncle
I was twelve when you left,
one of my favorite uncles.
You were teaching me
to play guitar at the time.
I never have learned guitar.
I married a man who plays, though.
Sorry you didn’t get to meet him,
or my children or any of your
great nieces and nephews.
You fell in love with a married woman
and ran off with her.
I have my doubts that she was worth it.
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