My Last Dream

Last night I dreamt that you were shot, gunned down and taken away.
It was like a deja-vu but in a more violent and bloody way.
I was the witness and saw and felt you take your last breath.
I wanted to wake up to the shots, instead I lived through your death.

I smelt your clothes, touched your hair and face
taking in every last scent of you that I couldn't in the previous place.
I walked down never ending, dark corridors wiping away a tear,
I heard screaming and mourning of people that had lost someone and now lived in fear.

The sense of brokeness and feeling lost is amongst us all,
Why did that gun shot go through you and cause you to fall?
I know it was just a dream and it wasn't real,
But you did leave me and that I did feel.

People leave our world everyday,
Not always peacefully,
but in the hands of another and this time you were their prey.

When another human takes another humans life,
Are we meant to forgive or look up to God and believe there is a reason for this strife?

I woke up today thinking you had been shot and gone away,
I walked to your bedroom to realise it did happen yesterday.