i think my friend killed himself. i’ll never know. where does it all go? he’s being eaten, now. by worms and fungi. or was he cremated? where are his bones? in my breakfast bread? in my afternoon coffee? what happened to him? illneverknowillneverknowillnever- he was good. who was he? did he do it? i only know he knew he was gonna die. how can you know? how did he know? was he alone? why did he call his best friend? did he leave a note? did he do it? it’s all so confusing. he was smart but he was gay so was it something else?
where is he? where is he buried? i can’t even remember when he died. it’s all blurry. will he ever know how missed is he? no he won’t. he doesn’t exist anymore. but did he know it? did he kill himself? was it someone else?
