Would it matter,
if I told you,
I still love you,
I still need you,
I still look for you -----
even as the shadows
climb the hills
and the new moon
hears the howls
of distant dogs
somewhere down this
lonely Kansas road,
where the wind blows songs
through the green pine
and the memories of you
still haven't left
my mind.
No, it would't matter one
bit ,not in the least.
That's just the way it is.
Jon York 2021