Four years. . .

Four long, long years. . .

Basically nothing. . .

Nothing said. . .

Barely a single word spoken. . .

Only a few actions of notice. . .

A brush on the shoulder. . .

A quick touch of the hand. . .

A few laughs shared. . .

But never, ever

Ever was there. . .

An actual exchange of words

Meant for just us. . .

Just us. . .

Only us. . .

All alone without the crowd. . .

But even in the crowd

Or whether we're almost alone. . .

That occasional exchange of eyes. . .

Those eyes. . .

Your eyes. . .

Your beautiful dark eyes. . .

And for this crime

For which I am convicted. . .

Listen for my word and

Get ready to shoot. . .

I am in love. . .

And for this action so dire. . .

By my command. . .

Ready. . .

Aim. . .

Fire

Written by:

~Metauru