If only I knew the last time would have been the last time...

I would have said I love you 

I would have hugged you a bit tighter as to say "Please don't go."

What I would give to see you one last time

Even 5 minutes would do

But that 38. Special that was on the crime scene had another plan

The shot that rang out wasn't heard directly but felt...

As your body fell on that cold morning a cry for help rang out

The sirens blared and the phone rang

Was that phone call that made many people sing

It wasn't singing of happiness, kindness, nor joy

It was the singing of the loved ones who had heard the words "Your uncles been shot"

We hopped in the car rushing the lights passing by almost instantly as the car rumbled

Weaving in and out of traffic to maybe say our last goodbye

The sirens of the ambulance seized to blare

The scent of death hung in the air

A last wheezy breath wasn't heard by all but was the time we received the call