They were just sitting
In an idyllic corner of a street
In the warmth of a car
Held together in the momentary escape
A conversation provides.
They could have been you and me,
Our faces, our thoughts
Our aspirations, our dreams.
Boom
A tiny pull of a trigger
Cost two lives,
A world of dreams collapsed
The earth stopped a little.
They did not know
it was going to end
This cosmic comedy
They did not know
it was the last meal
This strange supper
They did not know
it was the last visit
To the abode of books
They did not know
it was the last few words
This melancholic conversation
Under the pitter patter
Of last night’s drizzle
They could have been you and me,
Our last supper, our last words,
Our broken dreams, our futile lives.
BOO!
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