Ghosts of Summers Past

By Vanessa Garcia
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The thought of August is too bitter-sweet
As my mind drifts back to those too few days
To the thought of you no one can compete
Smiling, I recall your mischievous ways.
The memory of your laugh I hold dear
You are a summer dream too quickly gone
We may never meet again, I so fear
The certainty of this begins to dawn.
Torn apart by cruel family members
What happened may be for what is the best
Our love is gone, what remains are embers
There is no need for pain let your mind rest.
Though in my heart I had hoped we would last
You are now gone, a ghost of summers past.

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