As my love points a gun at me,
My thoughts fall into chaos.
I can feel time gliding on silent wings,
With people trekking towards the unknown.

In the very next instant,
Recollections of my life flashing—
Images of the amazing souls lived, encountered.
When I look straight ahead,
I see her in my eyes.

In life, the final curtain.
I glimpse death before it nears.
Her eyes reveal the end,
The shedding of our final tears.

Is this true? Is this how my life ends?

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