She was done. What had there been to her life,
Anyway, but the decades of being alone,
Leaving from work for an empty home?
Nothing was changing. Nothing would
Change, until, one day, he showed up
In shackles, a bad guy. Nobody good ever
Entered her life, but he spoke to her kindly.
He smiled when he saw her, and, slowly, she
Started to plot how she might, like a comet,
Glow briefly before she was finished. She
Gave up her house and her job, then she freed
Him, and they began running. Both knew
They were doomed, but she glowed. She
Was happy for once in her life until they
Were spotted, surrounded, and chased.
Her hero surrendered. He'd just go back
To prison, but she couldn't face that. She
Picked up a pistol and aimed at her head.
When she fired, he swore that she seemed
To be smiling. A comet, she'd lit up the sky
For a moment, and, then, as before,
She was done.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-05-11 at 01:11
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