I watched a documentary the other day
About a man and a mustang
He was getting up there, in age
The Wranglers, tucked under his belly
He still had a spark in his eyes
He wanted a big horse but drew
A skinny, wiry bay
With a mane that
Resembled spiky flames

This slight pony bit and kicked
And the man laughed at the irony
He got his big horse
So, every day, he was tested
While trying to teach the way
The only unity was when hoof met earth
The man's confidence, shaky
"This is the last horse I'll ride", he said

At some point, he and pony reached an
Agreement
A confidence, shared
Old man on a fireball
Big man, little horse
Oddly balanced
Like a movie still from an old western
I thought it was beautiful

I enjoyed reading this. Well done.

It instantly brought back to mind one of my favourite (favorite) films 'The Horse Whisperer.' A film inter alia about unrequited love.

Having myself (many decades ago) deeply fallen in love with someone else, I remained true to my childhood sweetheart - married her and had two fantastic sons. We remained married for nineteen years.

Triggers happen for a reason, and I was meant to read this poem for a reason. But as yet I know not what.