Not All The Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues
I stand tall, while my eyes stay low.
I’ve been backed into a shadowed corner,
Eyes clenched shut, as I hum the song that has been in my head for years.
Tears roll down my cheeks,
and my hands eagerly reach for the pistol in my holster.
Deep breaths,
my arms trembling in mid air.
My gaze is raised with his strong hand lifting my chin.
Lips meet my tears as they fall past my cheek bone:
a quick kiss and the word “Goodbye”
mouthed in hot breath on my face.
