He'd think to himself, "I said I'd love you dead or alive.
"Now you have to watch me hide in plain sight."
He would gaze sadly into each one's eyes.
He'd lament, "Oh, how I wish you hadn't run away!"
Murdered girls.
Their killer had never been found.
Their portraits were displayed on the precinct wall in a perfect row.
Their eyes greeted all who entered with their innocent glow.
They'd all been framed.
He hung each one.