THE COWBOY

The Cowboy

Tall thin man leaning on the wall

Trying to blend in the wall

Trying not to let me see his face

Tilting his hat down

At just the right angle just right so I don't see his eyes

Letting me know he is there just like the time before.

Getting his message across ,trying to put in that fear

But if he only knew if he showed his eyes.

I would look him in the eyes and asked him why ?

Let him know I know why, he was the Guy that took my picture

In the park that day.....

And I'm On to him watching me, be ready and smile....

No turning back to his game....

He just doesn't want to let me go

Just like how he holds on to his drugs, I don't know why.

He doesn't love me as he doesn't know what love is..

In his mind he still doesn't understand that he lost me and why..

He lives in the house all alone and just getting high with his so called new friends.

Keeping my pictures up on the wall and pretending to have that family,

Thinking that they just might walk back threw those doors one day again..

He can continue to smoke his drugs till the end....

Because we are never turning back to his game....