Hey bukowski-ites,
There is a poem I remember reading and striking me about the perspective of losing someone who has committed suicide. The beginning of the poem is more abstract and I can barely recall any of it, but the last line is something about the people who are left behind can never understand why they left. I'm hoping it's a fairly known poem. Any help in re-locating it would be really appreciated.
A thousand thanks,
bindu
There is a poem I remember reading and striking me about the perspective of losing someone who has committed suicide. The beginning of the poem is more abstract and I can barely recall any of it, but the last line is something about the people who are left behind can never understand why they left. I'm hoping it's a fairly known poem. Any help in re-locating it would be really appreciated.
A thousand thanks,
bindu