the wind blows strongly and my tree branch shakes
but I hold tight anyway.
watching you for just one more minute
before I’m knocked to the ground.
I may have a concussion
but it’s worth it once I see you look down at me
concern strewn across your face.
you pull me up but I still feel like I’m on the ground
because the concern is gone and you’re walking away,
mumbling something angry with your fists clenched.
I try to run after you but my legs have disappeared
and screaming your name is impossible,
because somehow my mouth is sewn shut.
tears stream down my face and I silently ask you
why? why are you walking away leaving me like this?
you turn around and answer as if you read my mind
“it’s just too late for this. you missed your chance,
and now I’m taking mine.”
you shoot me and I die.