Untitled- on the shooting at the Batman film

I couldn’t see your face,

But I could tell your eyes were empty

As you turned and pointed at me.

You didn’t know me.

I was a good girl.

I had done right by my parents,

Done right by God,

Done right by me.

I was smart,

I could be stupid,

I was strong,

I could be sensitive,

I was passionate,

I could pretend to be indifferent,

But mostly,

I loved.

So why me?

I didn’t have time to ask

As I felt the metal pierce my skin.

I closed my eyes and shed a tear.

One for my mother-

No one would know a greater sorrow.

Another came for my father

Whose rage would turn his world

Upside-down.

Another after that for my sister,

Who would wish it had been her.

And a last one, for you,

Because although my fate was tragic,

Yours would be far worse.

I was a good friend.

I could have been yours.