When a dear friend of mine went on vacation in Wyoming, a country song began to evolve. Not only did I use the details of her adventures, I added some of my summer as well...
I
found your credit card lying in the parking lot,
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I
knew then, that you were gone.
You
stole my heart and my pick-up truck,
But
still I loved you.
We
hit the whitewater that summer,
You
screamed, you hung on tight.
Your
lips turned a beautiful shade of blue,
And
I loved you.
Now
all I have are memories,
A
Facebook photo of your feet.
Your
mother keeps me updated,
God
how your love still hurts.
The
horseback riding, the gun shooting, the quads,
You
did it all.
How
was I to know you were planning to leave,
My
love couldn't keep you here.
You
hated my boots,
And
my Dick Cheney t-shirt.
The
elk-horn chandelier made you nauseous,
But
still I loved you.
The
rodeo made us laugh out loud,
As
children ran to catch sheep.
I
glanced to see you pull your hand from his,
How
could I have loved you?
Now
all I have are memories,
A
Facebook photo of your feet.
Your
mother keeps me updated,
God
how your love still hurts.
