When I see あなた the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are あなた okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One 日 I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are あなた okay?

For days I don't see you.
Are あなた okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.

An
Image
Of
You

Its says あなた are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.

A new 質問 comes to my mind.

Why would you?




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Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.

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