Too brief
The days of summer
The air heavy and light
Like a hot balloon
Floating.
Too brief
Your short life
Ended before it began
Like a bolt of lightning
Flashing.
Too brief
The glimpses of sanity
Knitted between bouts of insanity
Like the threads of your shirt
That I still wear.
Too brief
Your scent no longer lingers
And the shirt has scars
Like the ones across my heart
But I don it anyway.
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