P.O.E.M-Proudly and Outrageously Expressing Myself

A Whisper

The wind blows
As I start to sway
I hit the ground with a thud,
As blood leaks
From where I lay
The sky, looking so blue,
With clouds dancing
Unaware that my end is due

I pass my hand over my hair
Like you use to
Tears leak from my eyes
I know the end is near
I listen for a voice, a whisper
To hear

A simple whisper
Is all I want,
A nice, gentle voice,
Not meant to haunt 
To tell me it's ok,
You can go

My heart aches,
As I remember your happy face
Your laugh, your smile
I'm sorry that
You won't see me for a while

I pass my hand over my hair
Like you use to
Tears leak from my eyes
I know the end is near
I listen for a voice, a whisper
To hear

I don't want to go,
No not yet,
I still have
Plenty of years left

Oh the places I want to go
And sights I want to see,
Holding your hand,
While you're smiling at me

I pass my hand over my hair
Like you use to
Tears leak from my eyes
I know the end is near
I listen for a voice, a whisper
To hear

I press my hand,
To the bullet wound
As I remember your face,
Your gentle ways

I guess I didn't
Know you that well

Look what we have become
But still, I wonder:
Why were you the one
Holding the gun?