you're changing the words before it reaches the editors
you fell out of a hotel window
they called it suicide
you left a note behind bragging of your accomplishments
they used it as your obituary
it read like this
do you remember 1983
i published volumes on JFK's presidency
can you recall october of that year
i married my wife of 17 beautiful years
she fell to cancer a few years past
it broke my heart but it recovered fast
i fell in love with a hobby of mine
building models of the transit line
but in the winter of this past year
i noticed something and it became clear
the shadow lifted and i had to laugh
none of us are made to last