his eyes spoke
the way he looked, the way he said it’s alright
i’m ready to die
thoughts are heavy, yet he was ready
tangled hair and twenty
his hands were steady, he never knew scared
feet on chair — he was prepared
in a moment so small his reflection told all
not a single tear
one foot, a tingle, balanced on a toe
a smile, lets go
begins to choke
but before he had the chance to say, “this is how life goes”