A Story in Five Parts, IV.

Remorse.
What a thing.
What a lesson to learn,
better to teach.

Stealing, worse than
killing. Killing teaches
and learns.
He stole from me, stole
my girl, my friends,
my life.

I pulled the trigger on
the gun, an extension of
my arm. Smiling, as his
last words of remorse
dripped like rubies.

Precious words of wisdom
taught from a lesson of grief.
Remorse.

What a lesson.
One worth learning.
Turn and go.
So I did.