Secondhand Suicide

the trees across from my house remind me of you.
they're burnt and black. they're dead
inside and out,
but the mountain silhouetted used to make me think
of you.
the sky at 7:09 am
when the sun is just starting to
rise with its cotton candy gradient. you
you used to remind me of the fog drifting across my front yard and
the deer walking through. you used to bring
light to my mind, and now
you're just the

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