One Gun Shot
You tried to kiss me on my forehead
while I was busy playing on the computer.
Little did I know that was the last kiss you’d give.
I had the chance for a goodbye,
Papaw,
And I missed it.
You were my moon and my stars
gone in an instant.
With one gun shot,
one bullet through the chest,
two hearts stopped:
mine for a millisecond
and yours forever.
I don’t know
what you felt or
why this occurred.
Was I part of the reason?
Could I go back to that day?
Would I have known?
That day was the last time
I Saw your wise eyes through your glasses,
heard your gentle voice
saying
“Good morning, I love you”
All while feeling your scratchy whiskers on my shoulder as
you came behind me and
hugged me
with your
warm
embrace
for the last time.
I remember our last times
together.
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