My Friend, My Foe

It had to happen

She needed to be shot down

Unsure of when or how

I shadowed her around town

But she never let her guard down

When the moment 

finally came 

I aimed

And her body

slid to the ground

A tiny white pill

Rolled out 

of her frowning mouth

My friend.

My foe.

The doves 

flew by 

in droves

As they lowered her casket 

The box creaked and cracked

The mourners gasped

Inside:

no body 

And thus,

no crime 

Later that year

I thought I caught 

A ghostly glimpse of her 

Through a smudged shop window

Far from danger

Even from me