Safe

I dive in front of her,

leaping,

desperately

trying to intercede.

Just a bit further.

•

It hits me—

center chest.

The air leaves me.

Followed by

unimaginable pain.

•

I’m bleeding out,

but she is safe.

I would make

this choice

every time.

•

It may have

been my last act

of love.

But it was

worth it.

•

I turn to say goodbye.

•

She holsters the gun

and turns

to walk away.