seeing it through

the suicide is news.
headlines.
how could he do such
a thing.
how could she, of all
people
jump.
so rich, so famous,
so beautiful.
and yet the slow dying
of so
many gets ignored.
regular souls
without names.
the lonely.
the walkers
in the park feeding
pigeons
until dark.
they see it through
until the end with hardly
a whimper,
leaving with hardly
a notice
or kind remark.