do you remember that mystique autumn day

where we once ensconced atop a mountain

our teardrops were you, ever-smiling at you.

though when we first met years earlier

mentally and emotionally, your life hurt hard

your highs were high, lows were low

and the ideation resurfaced with your trauma

societally induced scars, friends left this world

the pain meandered along an uncertain path

until light, hope, a path progressed onward

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