Claire Fullerton - Writer
In The Wake of a Family Suicide
When you left
We all changed places
Rooms were vacated
And some of us moved on
To houses where you never dwelled
So there were no voices to listen for
No footsteps to expect
We simply locked the door
And threw away the key
Moving out into the world without you
Regretfully perhaps, yet permanently
We disbanded next
For there was no safety in numbers
To gather together
Would have left us one short
And the risk of looking in each other's eyes
Would have served as constant reminder
That we were all accessories of the same crime
And when you left
You gave us something larger than life:
It is heavier, this void,
It is tangible, this absence,
It is history now
And it has become something to out run
An integral part of our makeup is cast
And we all are changed
By the damage that's been done
When you left
You left us with something to explain
To those who have come in your wake
And it sounds like a story that happened to somebody else
And I listen as I tell it dispassionately
Wanting not to sound tainted
Wanting not to sound touched
But I am
And we are forever
When you left
We all changed places.