My mother calls me up again to speak to me of suicide.
Another young man in the west has committed his suicide.
She tells me that I knew him in my teenage years
before I left home instead of killing myself
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i'm loving the poem, but A young man jogging a dirt track leading up to a cliff, then lepping off...........i think he was leaping. ha ha. ;) a fantastic poem i found listed as another poet's 'favorite'. to MyPoemList........................ bri ;)