I can hear you crystal clear
Your voice in my head
Which shouldn't really happen
As you're only just brown bread.
You're asking me to join you
Saying everything is fine
The only problem is
That would be your call not mine.
Is this a grief reaction
Your spitting image voice
Mu sub-conscious knowing
What will be my death of choice.
I'm sorry mate, I can't join you
I've still got things to do
Life's not perfect by a long chalk
But it's too early to be with you.
I've got to be positive
Try to have a bit of hope
Even though my dreams won't happen
It's how I cling on and cope.
Dulwich Poet 2nd February 2018
(A old friend of mine killed himself. The day after I imagined him in my head asking me to join him...)
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