Poem For A Suicide Poem by kendall thomas

It was raining on that day I saw you
standing on the Santa Monica Pier
looking dejected leaning on the rail.

You stared down at the empty beach and blue
water as if searching for yourself in a mirror.
It was raining on that day I saw you.

But there was nothing that anyone could do
to save you on that cold morning; no seer
could have foreseen you leaning on the rail.

Like me, I knew, life’s struggle had got to
you; there was, I guess, no will left to peer
through the mist of pain that day I saw you

into some brighter future; it’s I who
regret not stopping to comfort you, dear,
looking dejected leaning on the rail.

In the newspaper I read about you,
how they found you floating under the pier.
I’ll never forget that day I saw you
looking dejected leaning on the rail.