Murder

I am the victim and the witness
doubly, at my own crime scene
I can smell the scents
and hear the shouts and moaning and dialogue
though I was never there
I am haunted by the memory
and the imagery
though my eyes never saw a thing
Would I know the killer
if I passed her on the street
or feel her gaze as she sat nearby
sipping whiskey at the local bar
I am scarred from this you must know
though a hand was never laid on me
I need to let this go
seek counsel
join recovery
get away from each piece of evidence
and this has nothing to do with me