I received word last night that an old friend from Brighton killed himself on Saturday. Tragic to say, it came as no surprise.
I don't have a single photo of him.
I spoke to him on the telephone twice in the last few months.
On the first occasion it was like trying to talk someone down from a ledge when they were absolutely determined to jump. I hung up shaking, fearful, and a long way away.
A few weeks later he took an overdose, but pulled through.
The second time I spoke to him he claimed to be making progress, but it didn't feel so at my end of the line.
On Saturday, he only went and did it.
Today, with a single mouse-click I removed him from my email address book.
A single click. Gone.