Suicide

Blood, yes

closed casket.

I brought

flowers to your

funeral

even though

you were dead.

And soon

they died too,

the tulips,

though no one

watched or

cared.

And had I

brought you

those tulips

before you left,

what then?

No. I had to stop

wondering

about that.

I had to keep

loving the world.

What’s left of you

has no way to

be astonished

by the horror

and beauty

of things

as I do. Still,

here you are

at the edge

of existence,

roaming

my mind’s

airplanes and

hotel rooms.