Day one, Day none, this is no fun:
Let me say where my story begun.
I’ve lost someone to a crime horrific,
The details make humanity seem sick.
Someone killed the person I love,
their soul was sent up above.
And the world we once shared
Was shattered the moment I was spared.
My life is hollow –
All the substances misplaced –
Their memory lives on
And haunts the slivers of this place.
My body lives on but my heart died long ago.
Is there a point to this? I don’t know.
Murder shatters millions who do not feel the bullet.
Somehow, someway, we all get through it.