I walked alone down to the water
I wanted to gather my thoughts
It was there that I noticed the body
Covered in seaweed and dark, grey moss.
I didn’t scream, when I first saw him
I did gasp and did lose my breath
It was only for a brief moment
But a moment, I will neverforget.
There was a knife still impaled, in his shoulder
Looked like, it may have pierced his heart
Someone had lost all control that night
Must have stabbed him right there, in the dark.
His eyes were fixed and wide open
His skin had a pale, bluish hue
He was wearing a ring on his finger
It was clear, what I needed to do.
I called 911 on my cell phone
The dispatcher was clear and precise
She asked me, for my location
She asked me to repeat it back, twice.
A woman appeared out of nowhere
She was out on her evening beach walk
She saw me alone in the distance
When she approached, I was unable to talk.
I pointed to the man lying supine
Dressed in khakis and a green polo shirt
She looked at him and then realized
He’d been stabbed and was fatally hurt.
My hands were shaking, just a bit
I was somewhat confused, in a daze
She offered to stay and wait with me
She was kind, in a comforting way.
The police arrived in their squad cars
No need to run sirens and lights
The damage had already been done
Someone’s heart would be broken tonight.
She stayed with me through it all
She waited until, I was ready
She knew I was frightened, so scared
She could see that my gait wasn’t steady.
I walked with the woman to her house
She owned a small beach bungalow
We sat in her enclosed breezeway
Watching the authorities working below.
I asked if by chance she had some wine
I was sure it would help, calm me down.
I held the glass to my quivering lips
Not believing, just what I had found.
She asked if she could call someone, for me
I explained that I lived all alone
I spent an hour, maybe two with her
Before making my way, back home.
There was no identification found No distinguishing piercings or marks
No clues to pursue or investigate
Nothing found at the beach, near the park.
The detectives deemed it a cold case There were no leads or clues to build upon John Doe’s murder remains unsolved But the memory of that night lives on.
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