by Wendy Shywalker

Dead, no, Can't be. Not true.
For a moment my heart stops and I join you there.
When you left me, you were angry, scared but you were breathing, alive.
This a dream, its not real, but as the cold steel of the cuffs snap on to my
wrists, I am jolted back to reality.
You are gone and they believe I took that life from you.
This can't be happening, this is some sick joke.
I don't care about the handcuffs, I don't care about the stares.
I want it to be yesterday, when you were here with me.
You can be angry with me, I wouldn't care why.
You could hate me, for whatever reason, it wouldn't matter,
As long as you were here, as long as you were standing in
front me, alive.
Don't Pop, don't come near me, I'm dangerous haven't you heard?
I look into your eyes, I search to see the question but it is not there
so I say it "Aren't you going to ask Pop, did I do it? "
It was a foolish question, I knew what your answer would be, but I
had to hear your voice say it, I had to see your eyes feel it.
Your faith in me unyielding, your love even more so.
I hadn't spoken of her, even though she was was everything to me.
Why? I guess I didn't know how.
I had found her father, someone that I could spend the rest of
my life with, we had problems but we would have worked them
out, we just needed time, why is there never enough time?
How did you survive when Mother was gone?
How will I survive?
Some one took her from me, some on stole my heart .
That some one will pay.
No revenge.
Let the wheels of justice turn Peter.
I know how these wheels turn, I have been part of the system,
but I know sometimes the innocent don't walk free, and the guilty do.
I will not allow her killer to walk, I will no allow him to spend
his life free from what he has done, she deserves more than that.
She deserved more, she deserved to live her life free of care,
she deserved a life free of fear.
My Rebecca deserved her life.