A Love Kill

A Love Kill

She operated by Mostar rules.

Trained as a marksman,

She assembled and shot her Yugo M48

With impeccable precision.

She hit me from 3,000 miles away

Before disappearing into the crowd.

But she refused to blend in,

She wore colors that ID’ed her as mine.

She guided me through the memories of Hemon

We swam to the island in the lake

We savored raw figs at midnight

We lived as we should:

Because every moment matters.