Her pale flesh contrasted with the pool of blood that

she was lying in.

I looked at the gun, an 8mm, in my hand.

I couldn't beleive that I had shot her.

Just weeks ago, she had been the love of my life,

the only thing I cared for and now,

she is dead.

A cold blast of wind blows in my face

awakening

me from my contemplation. I look forward seeing

the sun rise over the desert mountains miles away.

I toss my gun in the pool of blood and walk off

toward the thin sliver of sun.

Yes, things have changed.

I have changed.