A life no more,
Bright flame extinguished
Before it’s time,
Empty shell six foot under,
Soul flying free.

Mourners line the graveside
While birds sing sweet songs
In contrast to tear sodden faces,
And the finality of the thump of blood red roses landing on wood.

I never knew the departed,
Was only there to lend a supportive arm to one who remained,
But moved to tears nonetheless
For the sordid shame and meaningless loss
That only suicide brings.