A True Friend
he stands there in shock,
not understanding what has happened,
thinking, HOPING, its just a dream.
that he'll wake up, and will be over.
he watches it be carried over,
and sees the flowers,
and the tears.
the pain he feels is real,
and he knows hes awake.
he walks forward,
and stares upon his face,
the face of a true friend. no, of a brother.
and his knees crumble at the site,
and he falls to the ground.
it hurt, but is nothing to the pain in his heart.
and then the tears fall, just like his brother did,
when they came around the corner,
and the man was there,
pointing with his gun,
as your brother steps in front of you,
helping you. one last time.
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