It’s been a year
Since the gruesome murder
Which took place right
Where I am sitting now.
The outline tape
Has since been removed,
The tags for bullet casings
Have been packaged.
But I hold the most
Convicting evidence with me,
My heart beating erratically
In my solemn hand.
It tries to heal itself
But I know only another’s love
Can cure the ache
So I prepare to hand it over.