She'd walk to the bus stop
and on her way
was an an antique shop

She'd stop there everyday
and looked through the window
at all the different  things

There were statues of angels
and odd things that dangled
with a gold olympic ring

What hung on the wall
appeared to be a painting of fall

Then a man grinned
and waved for her to come on in

She entertained the thought
and didn't continue her walk
She had gone into the shop
where her and the man had talked

He said I've seen you walk by
my shop so many times
but you never stopped
and came inside

and now we have talked
may we go for a walk
maybe to the bus stop

Then the alarm went off
it wasn't from any clock
but a bullet that came across
it hit and he had been shot!

A few days had passed
& their love did not last

she walked down the block
by the old antique shop

She stood for a moment
at  her favorite place
as she looked through the window
the tears fell from her face

As she looked at the man
who might have taken her hand

she remembered that
the day he was shot
it went through his arm
before hitting her heart