The ABCs of Emotion: Gone
left without any warning
why’d you go away?
No trace left behind
no evidence left to see
Life steamrolls on, sun rising and setting.
Its fabric’s torn, shredded, where you belong.
Set my keys and badge on the tray resting
by stacks of unread mail, there’s a blues song
on the radio blaring in my neighbor’s flat.
I stroke his cheshire cat, set my gun belt
down on the table, grab a beer and splat!
Life blows a bullet hole in my vest, welts
form under its kevlar; I slide to floor
strain to reach my gun, cat hisses at gun
fire chewing through my eyesore of a door.
Chartreuse wood chips fly; drive-bys are no fun.
Pain squeezes my chest and my hand falls short–
can’t reach gun or phone, no help for this sport.
Shotgun sprays bullets
engine revs and speeds away
neighbor saves the day.
I’m not gone yet
not erased like my partner
life’s not rubbed me out.
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This is a fictional tale. I work in IT not law enforcement but I have read a lot of police dramas this month, so worry not! This is not real.