I knew you by the way you parked your car
And the hot little flame of resentment I felt
When I saw your black bumper messily outside the line
Of the kerb
On a weekend night when parking in our small road was a squeeze.
I saw the flash of your blue hair some days
And heard you and your boyfriend
Talk loudly and slam car doors at 4 in the morning.
I peeped through the window and spoke firmly to myself
That next time I would go out and give you both
A piece of my mind.
But when we came round the corner on Saturday afternoon
with the dogs on the backseat after a short park walk
And the road was blocked by a police van and ambulance
and the fire truck was waiting, too big to come up, at the bottom
The last thing I thought of was you.
I didn’t know which room was yours
In the student digs right next door.
But the minute I heard you had hanged yourself
I could picture it.
And now I can’t get it out of my mind.
I can’t get you out of my mind.
I can’t even remember your face
but I see the live faces of those you left
And I hope we will all do better.