Poetry in a Global Box: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Rory Waterman

A Suicide

Away. And for a moment as you tipped,

traversed the awful point of no return

and yelled, stretch-torsoed in the faraway,

you faced us. Eyes unseeing mirrored mine:

I thought of me; the you in me, in us;

and all the things you’d given us to say.

© by Rory Waterman