To my unknown friend

In another world, maybe,

We would’ve hung out whole night, drinking until stars faded in the sky.

Heading home drunk, after few bar fights. Waking next morn groggy, black eyed.

Maybe we would’ve been out on sea, no destination or map guiding the way,

Like seagulls sailing the waters free, on beer and yachts we spend our pay

Maybe we would’ve found our place, together in this vast old world

Years of laughter carve on our face, wrinkles with mischievous swirls

Maybe the world would’ve been different, we wouldn’t be miles from home

Nameless men serving this Hell-sent stint, sentenced to die alone.

Sweaty and dusty, clothes stained with blood black. Bodies littered the floor

As I stood on my knees, hands behind back. Only one thought, my mind explored,

Maybe, you wouldn’t be standing there, gun pointing to my head.

Slight tremble in your heavy hands, voice quivered as you said,

“I wish instead of trading bullets, we could’ve traded liquor.”

In another world, maybe, you wouldn’t have pulled the trigger.