The vodka and the pills
With no more bills
Those who cut vertical
Hang from a bough
Or the balustrade
To the people who suddenly
Step from the kerb
Or onto the rail
Or inject or inhale
For walking into the sea
When the beach is dark
And empty
For setting the sat nav
To tree
Staying too long in the bath
Hiding your wishes
Whilst faking your laugh
We wish you were here
And we wanted so much
For you to want that too,
Yet
Silently we salute you.