You Never Really KnowA Poem by Dianna ReneéI wrote this poem after being told that my cousin had committed suicide that morning by jumping off the bridge...You see someone walk down the street
A blank expression on their face. You get a little closer, Simply curious of whom it is. You smile and ask them how they have been, Hoping that it meant something to them. How do you know? Then later you get a phone call, Your mother’s voice on the other end. Just a few sobs and a sniffle Was all that it took. Who was it this time? You wait for the sobs to die down And then you ask her what is wrong. “Your cousin jumped off the bridge this morning. It took his life from him.” The words take a bit to sink in And then you start thinking back To when the last time you talked to him actually was. It makes you think about life, How quickly things go by. The last time that I saw his face Was when my great-grandmother died. Just last year His son drowned in the river Only a few days after I saw him. So now he leaves behind another son And two daughters, One of them pregnant. He never got to see his grandchild. Yet only one question is in my head… “What was so wrong in his life That he decided it was not worth it anymore?” Maybe if just one person had asked him how he was, Things would have been different.
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