Maybe it was the stars above us, or the wind in our face,
The grass under us, or the light from the guard's flashlight moving in a slow pace,
The color of the moon in your gaze, that held me trapped, like I was in a maze.
Perhaps, you knew that this would happen, that there was no possible way for us to be free.
The sound of a gunshot ringing in my ear -was it two that I heard?-
Your eyes, no longer filled with light, but with agony and dread, (what I would have gave for it to not be so.)
But maybe this was better, for the dark red stain blooming on both of us, would surely take us to a better place.
*So I kept my eyes open for as long as I could, and stared at your face, while our lives ebbed away...