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Ghost of Summer’s Past
Heather Smith
The sun reaches down and grabs ahold of my skin.
She touches every part of me, the parts where I let her in.
If it is not my skin, then it’s my soul and my mind,
And I think of friends that take up those happy times.
Times where I hear the laughing and I feel the nice warm tears
And risks that were taken without any fear.
The secrets kept and mistakes that were made
are filled with happy memories but also with pain.
These memories were fun in the moment, but the moment has come and gone And now we are left crying, wondering what we had done wrong.
Those so-called lifelong friends, who offered never ending support,
Have come and left with ease, who knew life was so short
We are told to make memories with those who we love most
But those are the ones that never stay and end up becoming ghosts.
So now I look back at the past and think of those summer days
Where I’m haunted with those happy memories that never seem to go away.
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