I went away
lost
My guts are broken now, loved the wrong ones, aged my body with work, knots built up in my throat and chest
That twelve hour night shift, the one that needs to happen every day to get the trucks out on time. That frown from the cattle boss, after spending fourteen hours working the cow-calf pairs.
A woman goes away to work, looks back at her partner and child, thinking, "I don't know where I am going but I've got to keep making my way."
Cuts, bruises, hurt, and hours in the cold mean nothing anymore. In contempt, I think "let me decay, deteriorate, and see nothing warm, I don't give a sh*t."
With nothing left to do except watch and look at what I am...I remember.
I remember now...
