A little business.
Mixed emotions when I turn north. Into this place.
There is pain here, unforgettable.
Moment of memory, so grand. Unrepeatable. And then.
It ended. Summer night. Decades ago.
Gunshots. Evil. The innocent, never supposed to be.
Impact. No chance.
Phone calls. Pain. Camera as my shield. A purpose.
So much time has passed. So much. Looking back on another life.
Even the concentration isn’t mine. Lost.
Maybe it was more of you, or you or you? Bad guys caught.
Trials and tribulations. Murder weapons. Closure, but not really.
Focus on what’s above the treeline. Squinting across the landscape.
Imagining what it would be like without us. Pristine. Wild.
Rain, hail. 92 to 64. Shiny line across the road. Cross it?
Should have been me maybe. Left with thoughts and wonder.
So sorry friend, cousin.