[bull]fighting

13 hours -
feet aching,
tired eyes;
then a beer
in my hand.

the 8th and cue
go in.
hands thrown.
quarters are down.
sitting becomes a bliss,
until we step outside.
smoke in my eyes.
falling asleep.
will something catch on fire?

i look &
rarely do i touch.
rules are rules.
but,
what is mine?

219 miles
and my mind
is always racing.
november was
our final straw.
In a few more months,
you said you'll come -
back for me..

days will pass,
money will drain.
i found my love..