When we saw each other last time, I had trouble speaking words.
She knows the proper path to do the complicated, unpredictable, unforgettable, or confusing things in that kind and warm place.
I lost a few things. I forgot how to do a dozen things. I don't care.
Their brown eyes look so deep in my head.
My breath stops at this moment. Their smell was and is so hard to describe. Is the same. It's the same, in the past, in the present, and it will be the same in the future.
The trap is the same all this time. It is a simple trap, but it is effective. It is a trap that has been used for centuries, and it will continue to be used for centuries to come.
For centuries to forget.
For centuries, goodbye has been said.

SEE YOU COWGIRL, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE...