Suicide

I didn’t know

You tried to talk to me

I should have listened

I’ve been in your place 

But I never found a bridge high enough

I should have followed you

I can’t remember your name

I feel guilty for that 

But I dreamt of you last night

You seemed fine

You seemed happy

Is that how it ends

Will you fade into oblivion

Will you be in their stories

They tell to their dogs

As they are making chamomile tea

Preparing to face the day

I see flashes of your smile

But I can’t picture your sorrow

Did I miss it?

Was I so blinded by my own violence?

I’m sorry

And if I knew where they buried you

I’d go see you today

But I can’t see what isn’t there

So I will think of you as I water

The soil and pray that you made it home

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