Behind sunglasses, my eyes dart from place to place.
Moving confidently yet avoiding undefendable space.
Around each turn, uncertainty and emptiness....
Remembered, as only slowly time heals the bloody mess.
Soft eyes and lovely smile your concealed weapon.
So evident as my mind replays your approach in slow motion.
A flash and I'm spun by the impact your bullet did impart.
Tangled, breathless, shot point blank through the heart.
Each month the pain recedes, recuperation more complete.
Your lessons I accept, sweet assassin, and resume my beat.
A dodge here and weave there I maintain my guard.
Pass on that bullet-proof jacket, my heart's already scarred.
