Walk it out

He once walked with head held high

He'd make eye contact and meet her gaze.

Now he watches the feet of strangers as he shuffles by.

looking at her he loved her in a million different ways.

The happiness is no more, but a feeling still lingers.

Pain or love it's anyones guess.

A question he always forgets as he again fidgets his fingers.

For a guy so neat he's made quite the mess.

He lost his love and he cried his voice coarse.

But he wasn't sad, no, he was relieved.

She had became happy, see, she got a new horse.

He knew she would make it and so he believed.