When I shot him
He fell to the ground
In silent mockery
Blood, everywhere, and nowhere
Nothing is real
And everything is.
So often our hearts had beat together
Now only mine was beating
His had a bullet through it
His eyes screaming why
As I knew they would
For the rest of my life
My shoulder was aching
From the recoil of the smoking gun
I hugged it to myself as he bled out
Then I knelt down
Said I love you
But he was dead, so it didn't matter
It was done
Lying down next to him
In the warm pool of his blood
It was difficult to understand
What had happened
It had felt like suicide
In my mind my mouth filled with blood;
I was choking
But in reality
I was still very much sadly alive.
