Sitting upon this small hill

Looking out at the city below

Without a clue as to

What is going on

An event that forever

Was to change many lives

A shot I heard from behind

Spinning around

The sight I held witness to

Destroyed the life

I had yet to truly live

Another fired shot

Only this time

I not only was the witness

But as well the victim

And so I looked

Upon the face of my killer

A familiar face I saw

One that long ago

Trusted I did

But now I find

That trust was finished

And the image last

That I did see

In my days of living

Was sadly a retreating form

His back turned to me

Walking away

From his victims

Never noticing that I

His one and only friend

Was one of them