Karma

I had a dream about the both of you last night
I always dream of you as still being little girls,
needing the care and comfort of their mother.
Still needing to be cradled in my arms.

I think I understand why my subconscious
chose to keep seeing you that way.
Because at that time, you still needed me.
But you're not so little, neither of you are.

Last night was the first night I dreamt of you
at the ages that you are now.
Not yet adults, but very much grown.
I see now why I was scared of that.

The dream turned to a nightmare fast.
Little RoseBud, still in your teens.
But you had a boyfriend,
one who I saw from the start was toxic.

But you loved him,
and he said he loved you.
I asked you to spend time with me,
You said you didn't want to.

It was a shot to the heart,
but something I deserved.
So I tried to ask my little butterfly,
and this is what I heard.

She wanted to stay with you,
and I couldn't blame her,
you were her caretaker,
and now she is a protector.

The Grandpa of the boy was there,
he seemed very sad.
He handed me a walkie talkie
And said “In case things go bad.”

I was confused at first,
until he told the boy his court hearing
was coming too soon,
it was for murder, of course.

Who he murdered, I don't know.
Why he murdered them was a mystery.
All I know is I felt you were unsafe,
but your life no longer belonged to me.

I hope and I pray,
that you will be okay.
As I stand by a bystander
to my karma, and its cruel fate.