Suicide

He was looking at me

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.