MERELY INK ON A PIECE OF PAPER
Cancer Cowboy
What am I to do cancer cowboy? In the middle, a phone call and at that moment I knew. The trembling in my fathers voice, the tears forming in my eyes, and we have only asked each other the monotonous American greeting. Your heart in mine, dropped to my stomach when I heard the news, cancer cowboy. I couldn’t talk, and boy the tears form in my eyes anytime I do. What am I supposed to think of this world if you’re not in it? Who do I become if it isn’t you?
I couldn’t see you a last time, not on the ranch or the back of a horse you lived your days on. Gathered around, touching hands, touching hearts are the ones who were touched by you. Your voice I plead to hear one last time, the vibrations that get left in the spaces between you and I are the cause of my ear aches. There you were, all but ink on a paper, starting to fade from the drops falling from my face. All that’s left, is a paper on my wall, and your dog laying in a strangers home. A cowboy, taken by cancer, buried no where but in the winds of wyoming whispering tales in the ears of horses willing to listen.
What am I to do cancer cowboy? In the middle, a phone call and at that moment I knew. The trembling in my fathers voice, the tears forming in my eyes, and we have only asked each other the monotonous American greeting. Your heart in mine, dropped to my stomach when I heard the news, cancer cowboy. I couldn’t talk, and boy the tears form in my eyes anytime I do. What am I supposed to think of this world if you’re not in it? Who do I become if it isn’t you?
I couldn’t see you a last time, not on the ranch or the back of a horse you lived your days on. Gathered around, touching hands, touching hearts are the ones who were touched by you. Your voice I plead to hear one last time, the vibrations that get left in the spaces between you and I are the cause of my ear aches. There you were, all but ink on a paper, starting to fade from the drops falling from my face. All that’s left, is a paper on my wall, and your dog laying in a strangers home. A cowboy, taken by cancer, buried no where but in the winds of wyoming whispering tales in the ears of horses willing to listen.