(for Lindy)

When you died

By your own hand

I really wasn’t involved

I didn’t feel

What I could have

What I should have

Maybe

As I was younger,

Less mature

(If I have matured,

Of course and that is...)

But I knew

You suffered

I knew you died

A little death every day

I knew the past

Refused to release you

Especially your mind

When you died

By your own hand

I really wasn’t involved

But today I look back

And ask:

Did you go to the Light

Of the World?

I like to think you did.

I need to think you did.

That you left that darkness

For the Light.