My friend killed himself
Far from where we grew up
In another country
In another century.
He died by means of a train
Dividing his body into two
Unsymmetrical parts.
There is an irony in this:
Chris had raised over a million
Pounds to preserve our steam 
Train heritage.
The nuts and bolts of his death
Were dealt with by the coroner.
I torture myself with questions.
I think of his final thirty minutes.
Did he drink tea before embarking on his final journey? He died at 07.52.
How did he feel parking his car?
Carefully, as was his wont?
I guess so. Nothing reflected
The chaos in his heart and soul
Except his leaving of it.

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