Of all things in mind to pass the day
There were longed-for hugs and chats in a cafe;
And blushing cheeks that softly teased
At feelings gentle, tender, and pleased.
There were drives at night, no end in mind,
And words exchanged, vulnerable and kind,
And gazes were fixed beneath the twinkling sky
Whose eyes said all without a cry.
A heart was filled with youthful ardor,
Given to another instead of torpor.
And although such dreams were not to last,
They were the things I wanted in a summer that passed.
11 December 2024
The Summer that Wasnt
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