They were just sittingIn an idyllic corner of a street In the warmth of a car Held together in the momentary escape A conversation provides. They could have been you and me, Our faces, our thoughts Our aspirations, our dreams.
A tiny pull of a trigger Cost two lives, A world of dreams collapsed The earth stopped a little.
They did not know it was going to end This cosmic comedy
They did not know it was the last meal This strange supper
They did not know it was the last visit To the abode of books
They did not know it was the last few words This melancholic conversation Under the pitter patter Of last night’s drizzle
They could have been you and me, Our last supper, our last words, Our broken dreams, our futile lives.