I sure kind of wished that I met him somewhere

else--

We would've met at some bar,

would've been friendly neighbors,

could've said hi at work as co-workers.

But this unfortunate fellow,

hurt, on his knees, all bloodied up--

it had to be kill or be killed.

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He had the gun and I had the gun,

on opposite sides of the fence.

Both with no lives, no money,

only faith to depend on,

Not even our God can work this problem out.

I wonder what his name was?

Did he have any children?

A wife?

Neither?

Did I really have to pull

that trigger,

triggering the passing of my

unfortunate enemy?

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Funny how fate decided us not to be friends,

not to be family,

not to be neighbors or

fellow co-workers in another cubicle.

We were born in different places, different worlds, grew up and lived in opposite situations.

In opposite sides.

You grew to be my unfortunate enemy

when you would've been born of someone else

to be my friend.

I sure kind of wished that I met you somewhere else.