Living for the next ride & Writing about Horses In Between
With my soul mate
on a candlelit date
not caring how late
of a perfect night we create.
Snuggled in bed
laptop glowing at my head
surrounded by art
furry snout snoring over my heart.
Perfect horse rides
under clear skies
Trailing alongside fireflies
Scaling mountain highs.
Clinging to the receiver,
All my hopes in one hand,
Listening for an answer,
Listening for an answer.
Click.
A moment of silence.
Listening,
Listening.
“Can’t you stop calling?”
A rush of blood;
Leaving you in suspense,
Living on your fear.
