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Summer
Is supposed to mean
Happiness
Freedom
Maybe even a second chance

Last year
June or July
I discovered what it truly meant
To be
Happy
Free
And maybe even be given a second chance

Sun kissed skies
Sticky salt air
Water on my skin
Sand in my hair

But it was
The sight of your smile
The feeling of your hand in mine
And the hope; the inconceivable love
Those summer days hammered into my heart
With your name scratched across
That made it what it was

And as the weeks passed
I lost you
Along with those days

I watched my
Happiness
Freedom
And even my second chance
Slip away before my very eyes

And so here I stand
May or June
And I wish I could make it go away

The sun kissed skies
Sticky salt air
Water on my skin
And the sand in my hair

Because without you
Summer
And everything you made it
Is gone

When you left
You took summer with you
And I'll never be able to see the sun again
Without remembering

The sight of your smile
The feeling of your hand in mine
And the hope; the inconceivable love
That stayed with me
Far after you were gone.