As I walk down the dusty old dirt road
Your shining face smiling
Your smile back at me
Picking up pace and running faster
Faster and faster
I reach you.

You slowly drop to your rugged knees,
Asking for forgiveness
As I reach you.

“Why do you have that gun” I ask, a tear rolling
I pull that gun straight up from the
Overgrown grass it rests on,
To realize
You have a single golden slug inside that
Polished magazine
That you placed there just moments before.

I rip the gun away,
Quickly unloading,
Place the slug in my tight pocket of
The stain washed jeans you once loved.
Then place the gun in the soft black case.

You slide into the driver’s seat
Of my little blue Saturn
I in the passenger seat,
A common sight
And you drove home.

But I didn’t get there,
I didn’t place the gun in the soft black case,
I didn’t take the slug and place it away for safe keeping,
I didn’t rush towards you.