Truce
We were just trying to kill each other, and beside you I now sit.
I am exhausted.
You are full of holes…
…from the rounds I put in your chest.
Your breathing is getting shallow, you don’t have much time. I will never know your name.
I wonder if you have a family you won’t see again.
I have a daughter I haven’t met.
Your eyes get heavy. I wonder how you’d treat me if our situation was reversed.
I wouldn’t want to be alone.
So here I sit, shooing the flies aways as you take your last breath.