I am sorry for your death,
I am, truly.
But I strive to remember you not
As the Earth consumes you nor as
You gaze upon the blossoming roots
Of flowers, which I cannot fathom.

I shall remember you as I knew you:
Far more of everything than anyone else.
I shall forever recall the oceans locked
In your eyes; the mountains climbing from
Your back; the lightning which struck out
(but never violently) from your precious heart.
I doubt I could forget the gemstones
Which you forged in your brain
And then spat from your mouth,
Like a glorious fountain from a distant fairy tale.

This is how I shall remember you forever,
And I promise not to cry. You hated when I cried,
And I hated it more for causing you pain.
You were the last of six billion lives which deserved
A single dew drop of pain.

everyone speaks of going to heaven
"may his soul rest in peace"
acting as if they don't realize
he chose this for himself
conciously decided to take his life
he did not grow wings and fly away
his coffin is not empty
it has a body
and that body has rope marks
around the neck
his hands are cold
his eyes are shut
his organs are slowly rotting away
it is not beautiful
he is not an angel
he is the dead remains
of what once was
and all those saying
"he is in a better place"
have absolutely no proof of their statement
and neither did he,
all he knew was
that no matter what awaited him in the afterlife,
it could be no worse than the life he was living right now
it was not an accident
he did not fall,
he jumped
he chose to die
he chose to die this way
because the pain of death
& the pain of the dead
was nothing in comparison to the pain of life & the living
because it was easier
to hang himself from the hook on the ceiling
than to wake up the next morning
and look at himself in the mirror
he could not run from life
unless he was running towards death
so he chose
to win the race
first place
*once and for all