it was an eruption of glee never felt before

when the balloons blasted and confetti sprinkled from above

when the lamps flew towards the sky and the stars raced for the moon

and everything turned super exciting, fun-filled and full of love

just that you were walking with another man

while i stayed behind to whistle

suppressing sobs that would have turned the world upside down

telling myself to move on, finally bid goodbye to you

but the heart is stubborn, love is wicked

so the gun clicked.

idk who died here but someone did– maybe the beloved's partner or the lover killed themselves, or maybe the beloved only

or probably, if things were lucky, the bullet missed the target