protagonist…

protaganist

i’ve begun to think
there are quiet suicides
where there are no notes
had notes been left
we’d
have some explanation
and
these ghosts might abate
for 
the stories told
hold small fragments of our lives
though concealed from us
we so quickly blame
broken hearts as cause of death
though some may be
but
what reason to live
if all that one has cherished
willingly chose death