Make it sound like a cowboy story.

I feel a morning breeze trotting on the creek bank

The sound of sand hill cranes talking to me

And I’m just so damn thankful I’m not in the place I used to be 

I walked away with silver, diamonds and scars

I took a couple horses and what’s left of my little ol' shredded heart 

That makes it sound like a cowboy story

In a way I guess it was

You couldn’t pay me to go back to that toxic life that you call home 

You hate yourself so much you wanted me to hate you too

Hell I’ll give you credit

You put effort into that if nothing else

I prayed for your safety on a random day in February

Didn’t know why for a couple weeks

You forget that God and my gut tell me things 

I hope the man in the glass looking back at you can look you in the eyes

And I hope someday you learn what love is

The air is changing

Fall is flirting with me in the mornings

I can’t tell if I’m happy to see her or not

I feel like I’m home again in Wyoming

That makes it sound like a cowboy story

In a way I guess it is

XoXo, Gussie