As you emptied the magazine
of .357 reasons why,
did you pause to reload?
–
Each hollow point
spreading traces
of shiny, justified lead
–
Did you keep a tally
as they mounted up,
your casings on the floor?
–
When I couldn’t prove
beyond a reasonable doubt,
did that gavel strike?
–
And when they chalked me up
to experience
did you applaud?
–
In the blue flashing lights
my mortal imprint fading
in the winter rain
–
And when Sherlock comes
looking for proof,
will he find it?
–
That line by line refutation
did it convince your heart?
Does it now?
–
I am sorry that
I could not justify my love
…enough
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and you couldn’t yours….