So few could presume what would happen that night
The fall was short, the cable snapped tight.
Staring out across the void with dead eyes bulging
Tired of living
Would he continue dreaming
with twine around the throat?
flesh fades to pale lavender
Writhing on the rope
a fleeting dance in departure
Suspended from the crosspiece, suspended in time
A morbid ornament, this perverse monolith of demise
I cannot begin to surmise reasons why my friend has died
Death beset him by his own volition to ease his troubled mind
I felt the crushing weight of loss again.
In the morning when I was told what you did
I felt the void of your absence
when I knew you were gone
Why would, you do this
How could, you do this to yourself
Why would, you do this
why?
A ghost in my house.
Stirring the fog,
making no sound,
toes dragging the ground,
Stirring up the fog in my head
in my house