Mi cuento vaquero.

Old fashioned cowboy

Good God’s rain is crashing on my window.
Ordinary tiredness has trapped me again,
I remember those lonely eyes:
Those lonely eyes of yours, I remember.

I fall asleep in the middle of a new born ocean.
-Keep facing you were in love with her-
That last time I didn’t want to leave, but…I felt defeated.

Now, I embrace my loss.

I understood my error by looking at her profoundly.
I never had a chance, right?

Even so, will I see you again, cowboy?

(sobs)

-Sweet fate! We share these pending tears- I crooned.
I can’t be repaired; these tears had rolled over generations.
“Invisible teardrops, a brave posture, unsatisfied love, and…
...an old fashioned cowboy look, that’s all I needed and all I gave you” He says.

This black room preserves past conversations,
Love declarations, fierce discussions…
It's just another night at home, but darker than ever.
“The darkest night of our lives, papa” I murmur, finally awoke.
(No response)

I leave now papa’s empty room. Doesn't fit me anymore.
Invisible teardrops, a brave posture, unsatisfied love and

an old fashioned cowboy look. I have all I need.

(Rain ceased)