In Death

The gun started cocking.

I could hear the bullet 

Falling into place. 

I didn’t even cry

Staring at the sky.

I knew the sound 

When he was breaking boards;

His angelic face. 

I smiled with the release of the trigger

Thinking of him;  

The only thing I knew in death

Was that it was love.  

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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