I saw the horrible red rose bloom upon her chest
heard the splatter from her back
then the rifle crack.
Our eyes meet
she whispers Bella
as she falls manages to grip my arm
pulls me to the ground
just before the next bullet
I scramble hands and knees
Shelter among the rubble.
She had taught me well.
No point in trying to spot the sniper
the point – survive.
Hands , knees, sometimes flat on my belly
safety among the ruins.
Once again I am alone
Once again I have lost
But this time there is a difference –
she taught me well
likewise armed me well
named me from her blood stained mouth – Bella.
Bella, once she’d whisper with each kiss.
so she whispered with her death and once more gifts me life.