For Uncle Jerry

They say you killed yourself Dad and I do not believe it The bullet casing was never found We moved the stove to look I lie. Dad moved the stove. At your funeral someone you had befriended stood up He said “This is for you Jerry”. My hair stood on edge. I heard him say it another time. Days earlier. Saw him point the gun at you. I knew you were murdered. Validation at the nape of my neck. You are my uncle and I have no proof Except for my absolute knowing. I am staying away from this guy. Telling no one else Because there is too much sadness already And it will not bring you back.