recognition.

Recognising you.

I loved your eyes.

They shone like

moonbeams on an

empty clearing

during the nights.

during the day

they seemed to

blend in with

all the other lights.

Recognising you.

you had dark hair.

I walked in that day

and I saw the gun.

I saw the bullet.

I wish I had told you

how much I loved you.

Because now it's

too late.

I'm sorry, love.