he stares at me almost silent
I watch his hands move on his face
time makes my head rush and it is hard to believe
an hour past
and I am still here
I hear a window breaking in my upstairs bedroom
a gun being fired
nothing I could do
I rush past time and look to see
you in my house pointing a gun at me
I am not frightened of the gun at my head
I am not frightened of seeing you here
What frightens me most is you were supposed to be dead.
Please tell me what you think
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