• Hand in hand we would have
    walked down this old path of
    ours and sat by the water while
    we would watch a dove.

    We would have held each other
    there forever while we caress
    and kiss each other. Our care for
    others around us became less.

    We would become so intertwined
    with one another, forgetting about
    all the others around us, ignoring
    them as they shout.

    Passion would heat up kiss after
    kiss. Hands start wondering around
    one another's bodies trying to find
    the spot they were bound.

    Soon we would be lying on the grass.
    Wrapped in one anothers arms staring
    at the setting sun. Whispering in each
    others ears while preparing.

    We would count down till the sun set, with
    kisses representing every second till it went
    down. We would kiss passionately with hands
    searching one another until we were both content.

    But there is no more of that. No more us.
    No more sunsets together. No more fun
    nights like that because you killed yourself.
    So now it will be my turn to use that gun.