My Friend Ron

I really don't know what happened
Suddenly I get a phone call, a call
In this day of text only messages

That, of course, is a sign to answer
But I was indisposed. You  can make
Of that what you will; I will make 
That of what I will. But I am
Disconnected

But this morning when I paid
Attention

Ron was dead

Dead by his own hand

It is not my place to judge
Was my immediate thought
And it isn't

I don't understand
How pain, in whatever
Form

Can drive someone to
Kill
        Themself

But I burned my hand

                        Badly
    On Sunday
           Searing, electrical
                            Pain

If I had to live from
                    Day
to

                                                            Day

Godspeed

Ron