OR
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay.
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lonely and level sands stretch far away.
In my dream, she and I walked alone through the garden of our delight. The lush maze of grass stretched far away. When it came, it was like an itching in the small of my spine. Yet in the blink of an eye, the bullet tore through me and opened my midriff like the first rains of the monsoon. I fell to my knees, my arms encircled in the futile attempt to keep my life's blood within me. As my vision darkened, I fell to my side, and in the dying light I saw the gun in her hands. As the darkness fell there was no time for words, no time for pleas or explanations or curses or last requests, just the feeling that somehow I had put that gun in her hands.