Three Shots

On August 6, 2010, three shots were fired that took you friend.
The hit we ordered tore lives apart, three bullets straight into your heart.
Three shots, the first to ease your fear, Do you know what's brought us here?
Why we are sitting on this floor? And holding you and crying more?

There now friend, it's taking hold. They warned us that it might feel cold.
Your eyes ask us, "What's going on?" A kiss, and then your fear is gone.
The second shot is in effect, you're letting go but not gone yet.
We're still here friend and will remain, until we're sure you feel no pain.

Your breathing slows, you're so relaxed; we're devastated by this our task.
We're still here friend we have not gone; the third shot's done it won't be long.
Then with a gentle sigh you leave, and we are left with only grief.
Our sobs are all that fill the room, we're still here friend we haven't moved.

The minutes pass and still we wait, stroking you and cursing fate.
Our sorrys fall on your deaf ears. Friend, do you know that we're still here?
Sad and weary it's time to go, so much regret fills up our souls.
One last kiss upon your face, so soft and still your vacant gaze.

Our tears are spent there are no more, we pick ourselves up off the floor
We file out heads hung in shame, humbled by life's cruel game.
We're sorry friend, we had to go. But just in case you didn't know,
We felt each shot deep, deep within, and stayed with you till the bitter end.

It's been awhile since we've seen you friend, though I swear I hear you now and then
I'm not sure where, and I don't know when, but I'll know you when I see you friend.

For Maximus July 2003 thru August 2010