It seems so silly when they apologise to me
for the inconvenience that you caused
when you had had enough of life;
When you were that dangerous mix
of sad, scared and brave that some of us fear,
And others envy.
What about the inconvenience
To the life you could have lead?
To the person you could have been?
To the partner you could have had?
To the reality of your dreams?
No one should talk of the inconvenience you have caused me,
just the sadness I feel
about the life you left behind when the pain you felt
got a little too real.