Looking for a smoking gun,

you had found none;

you found me, as it fired.

I was hurting only myself.

 

The smoke had cleared

And I, was already gone.

This kill by not my gun.

 

It was not my arrogance

that’d led you to this end

I had known full well

Two eyes have one mind.

 

Four eyes, and two minds.

One soul, pays this price.

It was not my arrogance

It was not my ignorance

This difference was bliss.