A suicide with no note
It's hard to get past
A good-bye with no note
A good-bye with no words
A good-bye that's not good, that's not bye, that's just gone.
I know the research, that it's common.
It doesn't make me feel less alone.
Less sad.
Less indignant.
Less angry.
Less hurt.
It doesn't make me more understanding.
More compassionate.
More complete.
The only thing it gave me ...


The Gunslinger’s Prayer
The Gunslinger's Prayer
In black for three,
in black for three,
in black for three,
Come back for me.
I wait for thee,
and wait for thee,
and wait for thee.
Still for thee.
I pray for thee,
oft in sorrow,
in black for three.
Written by me for her
