My Last Dream of Rope

Behind closed eyes rests your soul

You hanging by neck, peaceful though red

Hands clasped in unison

Right behind my back

O’ odd dreams, when you visit me

How often I am able to see quite clearly

The message

The universe is trying to send me.

You hung yourself in silence behind me

Not making a sound

No cry for help to mask your choice or pain

While I went about a task of the mundane.

You hung yourself from a grate

I grabbed you by your legs around your hips

And lifted you effortlessly as though featherweight

Startled and filled with righteous indignation.

Cursing, telling you “absolutely not. This will not be your fate”

Color red eased from face.

Then black.

Thus ends the dream but begins everything.