A Girl and a Bullet

My eyes grew wide every time I saw her pass on by I knew that when I was done with her people would question why Everyday I would watch her walk, heading for her train I would fantasize, myself with her, the remnants down the drain I knew her smile, her step, her walk, the pretty ribbons in her hair I would risk it all, for her I would, I had but not a care One day good God, alas my girl, I saw her with a suitor I wrung my hands in worry now, perhaps it’s but a tutor Day after day, my girl and that man, it was hell indeed My plan must change; I thought to myself, this is what I need My fixation for her continued on, it consumed my every hour How could I get her alone, with me, if I only had the power My madness continued alone one day, having my race nearly run I left my home, a purchase in mind and brought home a gun I watched my girl that final day, walking to her train I put the gun to my head, pulled the trigger and emptied out my ……