Maria

She was born a free spirit.

She loved me and I loved her.

Her name was Maria.

She touched me … she loved me.

Then she was taken from me.

It’s early morning. The sun hides beneath the horizon.

I awaken because of the sound.

The scream.

The horror.

But dreams can fool you.

I am alone.

Maria had died the day before.

It was I who found her body.

Her soft-green eyes looked into mine, but she did not see me.

Her essence had fled to another part of the universe.

She was my love.

She was my all.

Now he must die.

I get my gun and go in search of the man who killed my Maria.

I find him.

I stick the barrel of the gun into his ear.

He is surprised to see me.

His brains spray out.

His blood forms a fine red mist that floats in the air for one, long, beautiful moment.

He’s gone.

But his death does not bring back my sweet Maria.

I will join her now.

I pull back the hammer.

My finger is on the trigger.

My mind is on Maria.

I slowly squeeze the trigger.

I am no more.

Maria will find me.

Love is like that.