
We were crime fighters
You volunteered. The only one who did.
My first day off of probation and you raised your hand.
A man of few words, but mighty in action.
The boot idolized you before the cop became your friend.
I was good. You made me better.
You smoothed my edges, sharpened my sight, hardened my resolve.
Close friends, we'd confide in one another. Your family was mine.
When did it start? That second it all fell apart.
I know the pain of love, the sting of hurt.
You came to me and I was there. We all were.
Tucking you into our shift like a blanket. Protecting
It's what we did
On the upswing, smile across your face, life was moving forward
Brief moments
We all sat in briefing wondering where you were. "Sick" they said.
Two day later
Still sick
Still?
I wonder if you felt it was still the right thing to do
Cold blue steel pressed against your temple.
Did it still feel right? At that moment?
Did you picture their little faces? Picture the big ones.
We failed you.
I failed you.
Therapy's taught me that I didnt
But part of me will never believe it
I never read your letter. I never will.
You didnt have to see you children's faces
I did
You didnt have to live. Survive
I did
I'll always hate you, always be angry at you.
I'll always love you, always miss you.
And someday, I might forgive you
and me.

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