2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[just mercedes]

refusal to mourn a poet’s suicide the week before Christmas
 
 
 
faces glimpsed through the window
before, during and after
saxophone darker than shadow
nothing is sadder than laughter
 
before, during and after
waitresses cut through the crowd
nothing is sadder than laughter
everyone’s laughing out loud
 
waitresses cut through the crowd
wounds that instantly mend
everyone’s laughing out loud
in silence the dances end
 
wounds that instantly  mend
his lips left a mark on the glass
in silence the dances end
friends imprinted with loss
 
his lips left a mark on the glass
his life left a son and some poems
friends imprinted with loss
not empty, not full, in balance
 
his life left a son and some poems
faces glimpsed through the window
not empty, not full, in balance
saxophone darker than shadow