Sniper

I saw him clearly in my scope
and he saw me in his
our fingers light on triggers bare
we watched each other watching there
and neither took a breath

He looked a lot like I would look
If I were in his skin
no hair disturbed by passing breeze
we knew that just the slightest squeeze
would mean the others death

Somewhere back behind his eyes
were faces of his past
they peered at me and understood
we'd all be different if we could
but couldn't then forbid

We had that single moment
to share and understand
his face conflicted; mine was too
we each knew what we had to do
and that is what we did

-TSN