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A few months ago I started playing rdr2 and one night I sat bolt upright at 3 am thinking about Arthur Morgan, took 15 minutes to write this, and went back to sleep. Yes I’m pretty sure I was possessed
Anyway it’s a poem about a cowboy and his dead lover:
It’s been a long time since I saw you last
Since you drew breath, smelled the grass and the dust and the dirt
Since I laid next to you on the ground and watched you doze off in the heat of the afternoon
And it had been even longer since we walked through fields of gold together in Autumn,
Since we held each other and whispered amongst ourselves what was, what will be, and what can be
And it’s been a while since I’ve thought of you last
It’s been a while
But now I think of you often
I think of you when I eat, and when I sleep,
And when I cup my hands and drink from a waterfall
And when my arrow pierces the hide of a deer,
I think of you as I hear it dying
I hear you everywhere
I hear you in the trees, and in the breeze
I hear you in the quiet laughter of the people I still care about
I hear you in the chirping of the birds at dawn and the trilling of the crickets at dusk
I hear you in the cold, howling wind of midwinter
I hear you when I sing softly to myself
Sometimes I see you, too
I can picture you posing on the cliff as the sun sets and you stare off into the distance meaningfully
As I reach out and touch the place you used to sleep,
The sheets thrown off because it gets warm very early in the Spring
And I see you on your horse,
And I see you in the stream
And I see you in every good deed
And I see you in every tear shed
And I see you in the clouds that drift by, careless of the fact that you are gone,
And I see you,
And I see you,
And I can still see you
And I see you in the unfathomable blue of the summer sky
And the nothingness of the stars at night
And I see you next to me when I close my eyes
But never when I open them.