He spoke of suicide. <br />Or did he? Sometimes <br />I just imagine words <br /> <br />That might have fallen <br />So I can believe that <br />maybe I would <br />have helped <br />him. <br /> <br />He spoke of suicide. <br />Did I see the bruises <br />On his neck? The <br />scarred wrists? The <br />sick and bloodshot <br />eyes wandering <br />or do I just <br />wish I had? <br /> <br />If I had seen the signs <br />In his pleading eyes <br />Then maybe I <br />could have <br />stopped. <br /> <br />Maybe I could have <br />stopped him. <br /> <br />Did I really notice his unbrushed hair? <br />The dried red under his fingernails? <br />Were they even there? <br />Or did I just <br />wish that <br />they <br />were? <br /> <br />No one saw it coming <br />I wish I could forgive him.<br /><br />Tallie Pascoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speaking-of-suicide/
