The Sting of August

I wonder

if these are the same stars
you looked into
the night you decided
that this world was just too hard.

I drive past that parking lot
now and then, wondering
if I had passed you that morning,
could I have done something;

said something,

but, we cannot change fate
anymore than I can reach those stars
you are no longer beneath.

I can’t walk alongside the lake anymore
even though the red of Summer has faded
to brown, and, oh,
when I think of your smile.

Death, you have such a sting.

~
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday

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