We were three (Poem)

We were three.

To start with, we were a gang of

Three. There was John, and Tom,

And of course,

Me.

We were walking along by the river

When John said to me, I have a sore knee,

So go ahead,

Without me.

So Tom and I, we left John behind and

Ran along the river, soon giddy in our games

We hardly heard the

Screams.

When we found John – or what was

Left of him, at least,

I was sick. I felt ashamed, but I

Was bereft.

As I was sick, Tom took charge. I’ll go

For help, he said. He had only just

Left when I heard him

Scream as well.

Already dismembered when I got there,

No sign of the culprit, but I knew

That whoever had killed John and Tom

Would come after me too.

I slept with one eye open, carried weapons

When I could. Stopped even believing

In good. I hoped to stay safe

That way.

I am old now, and John and Tom

Are long gone. But I have never forgotten

The blood by the river that day. So I know,

Whoever it was, will come for me too. 

A little poem for you to enjoy this Sunday afternoon, especially if you're planning any riverside walks, hehe!  (Once again, post is scheduled so I may not get a chance to reply to comments until Monday, but please leave some anyway, I really appreciate them!)