They walked through the house,
Which was full of nothing but a cool breeze and dim light,
No noises,
No other movements,
As if the world had stopped itself to say goodbye.
Three workers and a friend
Were there to find what they already had discovered in their minds.
The large back doors were flung open
And the leaves scattered about around them.

Frozen,
All four stared but could not believe,
Like a photograph the scene was for the witnesses to remember.

The pool water was stained with something valuable enough to pay for a country
Yet was spilt for far less reasons.
The three workers and a friend approached the man in the pool,
Lifted him from it
And placed him on the water’s edge.

The thing all witnesses would remember
Yet always try to forget was this scene.
Two men,
Blood,
And the whisper of why both were dead;
Love,
And it hung in the air around them like a ghost.