coffee and raindrops

first time i realized what the word meant

we were all at home, someone called and

my mom said she had bad news.

he was found asleep in the garage next 

to the car only he was not really asleep

since he wouldn't wake up.

all the windows were closed and the engine

of the car was still running.

back then i didn't even know that could kill

you.

years later one of the school clerks barged 

into our english class to speak to the teacher.

we all stood in silence and expectation.

she was found lying in the bathtub covered

in blood, both of her wrists cut right open.

back then it seemed like you had to be

brave to do something like that, in a weird

way.

from then on the word became more

and more familiar every time, like coffee

or raindrops.