during the midnight ***** fight
you went for a swim
and there on a whim
a thousand waterlogged psyches
jumped from the banks of the Forth
and flailed their limbs around with you.

"fully clothed, i'll float away"

you never got to see the horseshoe bend
tucked into the marshy green
like the buttoned shirt
of the river belt.
by the patchwork fields
making out a kind of thick quilt
you can see from the sky.
though it could never keep you warm.

"down the forth, into the sea"

even if they held the sun in their mouths
they'd still not have the means
to brighten your corner.
did you find peace
in the lashing, gnawing foam
under the Forth Road bridge?

"i think i'll save suicide for another day"

i guess that day was yesterday
where you lived the end
you wrote ten years ago:
1AM
a trail meandering
from the mouth of Dakota Hotel
to a finish line underwater.

"i'm away now, thanks."

...and then you left before we could return the gratitude.