It’s a sadness
complete
more or less
when the choice of
“not being”
overrides the
idea
of waking up, of
breathing the day, of knowing
the next
moment
and sad yes
awful
disappointing
confusing…
…but a choice
nonetheless
and we can cry, I did
and we can denounce
I didn’t
but we cannot be
there
and know
we can only remind others
making
choices
that we are here
for them
for a moment
forever
to touch, to
talk
to laugh
to cry
but always to listen
about choices
and offer
ourselves
as friends, to offer
other
choices
they may
not
know.