He told me of suicide. Of the sweet embrace of an old ghost named suicide.
In small spaces and dark places, he tells me everything yet nothing at once. He speaks of an emotion of his thoughts of the past; he remembers a figure calling herself suicide.
Let me understand if it will help you to forget. Keep me around if it will remove the regret; though please do not regret missing the bride of suicide.
He smiles whether or not with uncertainty- just please allow me to smile with certainty by him. Don’t stir him to call for death’s counterpart-for suicide.
Full of life and learning to be renewed he waits and me reaching for his hand to take. Let he experience life and to be alive- not to stir and fall victim to the lure of suicide.