There is no why to comfort the heart nor answer the soul’s despair.
One can press and be told how; one can push and be told where.
There remains, however, only a persistent when: the when that was
Seeps into your conscience, while everyone else breathes in the when that is…
Life’s happenings continue in spite of your earth seemingly spinning off its axis
As you pause, then find your footing to gravitate in the present once again.
Smiles linger. Young hands cling. Suicide is not death…it is a life sentence
For those left behind.