Crisp Autumn Evening, Darkness slowly descending. People briskly moving, Weekend finally arriving. An young soul walks across the lot With sweetheart by his side, Each step they take Little do they know It will be their last stride together, Before his exit to heaven. A dark figure emerges from nowhere To cast a shadow in more ways than one. Demands the purse And a struggle ensues briefly. In iota of time A shot rings out Silencing his soul Shattering his life. Sitting down Watching as he is carried away Amidst the fears and tears What is she to make of this? Why her? Why him? Is this a bad dream? No one has the answers.. As it is a sad irony of our lives.
