We all knew what would happen
when you pressed that button.
So red and juicy, so full of warning,
begging for your trigger finger’s touch.
We all knew it felt so damned good.
Did you press it slow and steady,
savoring the end?
Or did you do it quickly, no time
for remorse or second guesses?
Did you check your phone
one last time
for any messages?
Did you whisper goodbye to anything or anyone?
Did you pause to wonder
what kind of creatures
might rest the fate
of their existence
on a fat red button?
Did you find you couldn’t say no?
Couldn’t turn around and walk away?
Who were you helping?
What color your eyes! Grey-blue in a bright room!
Do you remember how we met?
Do you remember my blouse
with the one missing button?