A scent, a song, a snatch
of recollection, reminds me of you

The images and sensations
puncture quiet days and thoughtful nights

You captured my heart and squeezed
it tightly, so I couldn't breathe without you

The fleeting time, sped
by too quickly, endless days becoming finite nights

You were with me, but soon
went away, taking my strength with you

Why you took your life - suicide -
I can't explain, but the finite days have become endless nights

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