When I was a child I read Buses Illustrated

It arrived at my local newsagents

About midway through the month

I loved this magazine as much as I loved buses

Even though I was young I travelled everywhere

It was a different world then free from most dangers

People were kind and cared for each other

However many empty years were ahead of me

If I had only had known that then

I might have avoided the pain

This will be my suicide note

Pretty ordinary as suicide notes go

My final communication with the world

I am very tired now as all I see

Is the filth and the decay

It is the fault of all

But the domain of none

I am sitting in the final bedroom

Of my parents house

They are no longer here

The house is silent

Only my childhood models

Remind me of my past

These are my final worlds

The bus has left the garage

It will never return