I’ll leave this circle soon, he said.
“Take me with you, please” she pleaded, passionately boring holes in his soul with her long hard stares punctuated with longings hard to explain.
Won over with promises as such as read in romance tales, he gave in.
I will. But will you be mine until the end of time?
He agreed to take her along on a long journey to LA LA land.
Giggles and kisses.
Shared dreams and wishes.
The journey was fun until she realized it’s just a horse drawn caravan and not the Bugatti she dreamt of.
I know you think she alighted. No…she knocked him off petals he rode with ecstasy to that cluster of grey matter many miles above cloud 8.
9 was close.
He was close.
But she was done with him.
She took with her, his horse power, his map and his heartbeat.
He died that day, his love.
On his tombstone is engraved few words in staggering fonts:
His finger has a heartbeat.
It stopped when he was broken.
“A cowboy shoulda known
that yes means a no”