Processing
Today I am working on a poem that is a result of several comments and conversations I heard over the past week.
My daughter told me that the day preceding his death,on their nightly dog walk , my husband was discussing that his family ( mother & siblings) were seemingly going on without him.
She said he seemed sad to be forgotten.
Then in talking with the FBI case agent, he made it very clear that Tom's murder was not being forgotten.
So many people have worked on his case, and the base has not forgotten either .
There is a continuing effort being placed on the accountable person's
actions in the taking of a life.
He got his wish , but how is quite another thing. 
Rest in Peace
Dare I inhale
Too deeply
Lest it’s
Thrown away
No explanation
needed
My essence
Diluted by
Fury’s swift
Releasing
Freedom
To haunt hearts
Imprisoned
By
Sorrow's
Jagged
Edges