Oscar & Reeva:manifestation of episodic future thought

Episodic future thought
In a past blurred 
For a future unknown 
Predictably dead? 

So I thought about her a bit 
Surveying the pictures of the past 
The wind blowing through the desire 
The drapes crinkling into each other 

There suddenly I stood 
With a blood stained shotgun 
Holding a memory past, 
That would become our future