Don’t Go

by Naomi Turner

They think it’s funny.

You think it’s grand.

The idea of grasping that gun 

in the palm of your hand.

The pull of the trigger.

The sound of the fire.

To see the eyes of someone, 

who no longer feels desire.

The change in your tone,

When I read your letter.

You look alone,

Man in that camo sweater.

You step off the plane

After what feels like eternity,

And I’m so happy I start to cry,

But you will forever hold,

That look in your eye.

Don’t go.