I Knew Noah

You took the tablets --

devoid of reason?

I think not.

You'd figured exodus

was through a toxic gate.

A steady hand

sifted the medication

in twos,

endless pairs

from a bottomless bottle.

A steady hand 

poured your last drink.

People rave about cowardice

bang on about the easy option

as if your illness was a choice.

They're wrong.

I know you thought you were ark-building.

I know how methodical you were,

how neat your handwriting was,

though you didn't leave a note.

I know you thought you were saving us,

I know you were focused,

but you weren't right.

And now our tears flood.