As I read through your diaries
I could see, a woman
who at eighteen
possessed a greater knowledge
and insight
than those
in their final hours
of palliative care.
I think of how much
love
I could have given
a woman like you
and how even still
it would never
have been enough.
Your suicide,
to me,
was no tragedy.
There was never a chance
you could have survived
this world.
So, I raise a glass to you
and hope, someday
your bravery,
finds me too…