Suicide no. 63: The Suicide King
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
Sometimes, when someone changes
you change with them: for better or for worse.
We change and we fade, and/or we grow.
And sometimes, when someone dies,
a part of you dies with them, yet
another, altogether different, part of you remains.
And sometimes, when people change,
you change with them. Or you stay the same.
And when those around you cast their shadows
and they disappear, and/or reappear,
you do the same.
That’s when you find yourself both dying and living:
based on the lives of those around you, who consume your time like fire
does wood and leaves in embers.
Whether people notice you or not:
To live, and to interact, you become the king and shepherd
of everything both living and dying around you.
Only because you can’t live for them, nor they for you.
They are them, and you are you.
And you both live and die with them.