What does it mean for us that life, for you,
became too bleak to bear?
By your not ending it, your life as such
would not have changed.
The room would be the same,
the world would still have gone about its restless business.
You might have seen it differently.
But three days later it might still have been
as dark and fruitless as before,
regardless of the love we heaped on you,
the testaments to all you did for us.
How could a woman who had given all give up?
Where did those sinking lows take you?
We could not reach you there. We were irrelevant,
were talking loud and only speaking air.
Did you believe that it would change you
in transforming consciousness to naught,
in jolting you from day to night? Well, you were right.
It leaves me questioning my own diminished appetite,
however schooled I’ve been to stop the plunging lows,
to put one foot before the other
and to give this life another go.