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summers

walking slowly to and fro
up and down streets
we used to know
before our families
took our lives
parents children
husbands wives
in summers past

on this corner where I stand
I kissed her cheek
held her hand
moments to treasure
seconds long hours
of love and pleasure
from summers past

passing time
 has left no trace
on the beauty
of her face
now I walk these streets alone
my best company
is my own
this summer present

 


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summers