As the colors changed
From blue to reds and purples
And variation of pinks from the sunset-
Left stunned to the ricochet of fired shots echoing.
He shot her in cold blood while she stared
At the sky smiling and the gun was held to the right side.
No remorse. Just watched her bleed.
He didn’t even care that she loved him.
Killing her because he tried to say she didn’t deserve
To be loved unconditionally.
Making sure to bury her unmarked grave
Near the riverside by the old port.
They say if you listen closely
You can still hear the echoes of a shattered dream.