TO LOVE HIM.
BY Jim Bronaugh. 2012.
Laura at that moment
“return, return, return”.
But there could be no return.
He fell without showing a movement.
A shocking sadness of sight.
Finality as surfaces met.
The coldness in Laura was instant
Her bowels her stomach betrayed.
A death more painful than death.
Two men, gunslingers, face frozen
but the weapon lay dead on the floor.
Understanding spoke loud from her bleeding.
With firmness but kindness they moved her
more came, with swiftness they moved
staunching the work of his madness
The scars on the outside were minor
compared to the longing inside
alone to never love another
when suddenly eyes were upon her
a smile with a glint, like steel
like the face she had loved before