I lay down every night hoping and praying.
Hoping the nightmares will go.
Praying that your ok and still alive.
The images flash through my head.
Like the headlights of a passing car.
Showing signs.
Signs of death.
Signs of brokenness.
Is this God's way of telling me something.
Telling me you're next.
That I'll be going to your funeral next.
and looking at your lifeless body.
As I say my final goodbye.