My mind supplies
The most morbid, unlikely scenarios
How we meet in a battlefield
Our swords singing
How you're a bank teller with the hand on the panic button
How I have sharp eyes and faster reflexes
How you have a clear shot, you radio in
How I do negotiate ( with terrorists), I reply
How you're the scared boy who wants  his mother
How I'm trying to be a (super) hero.
How you're the one driving to work when they call to say, I'm sorry
How I run across the street when they say, fetch
We end up as a splash of blood on concrete
All this I can imagine
Except
How your hand fits mine
How I
How I
How I
My mind goes blank