like me?

are you still a cowboy like me?

you

gone now

changed

me

left behind

in someways changed, but not like you.

but when you come back?

will we still have our magic?

sitting here now i feel

as though

well

parts of me are at war

some saying

(unconvincingly)

you never had that magic

some saying

(convincingly)

it could come back,

only if the circumstances are just right.

for now

i’m making choices

i know she would

have advised against

and that would save me

a lot of

trouble

but i’m in the thick

of it

and without her grounding me i’m like a careening kite

swerving

hitting

hurting

and confused as to why

but she like a string

that

makes me fly steady