Someone else is saying goodbye,
Their last breath slipping out of the grasp
of pale petal lips.
Someone else is at the ledge,
Taking one last step into the abyss
to enter eternal nightfall.
Someone else is wearing the rope,
Preparing to leap and swing
back and forth, back and forth.
Someone else is holding the blade,
Sliding it into soft, soft skin
to create a chasm.
Someone else has said goodbye,
Lost their last breath
to remember who they love.