A Letter To My Father's Murderer

Although this is torture at best I often try to make it real in my head the way you would have looked over his chest watching the life drain from him as he bled your heart racing while his had stopped the room falling silent as his body dropped were you shaking with panic or even remorse while you made up a story and handled a corpse did he shed a tear, or go out all too slow? I shouldn't be wondering but I just need to know does he ever cross the bridge of your mind does he haunt your dreams the way you haunt mine? the life that was robbed was the father of two much like another, a father being you but your girls were so little, you see when you robbed their innocence the same way you did with me a beautiful life was stolen and you get to walk free