Summers Passed

I remember the park,

when we used to dance,

we could spend hours

together just hangin’

eyes upon each other,

always within a cool glance.

I remember wondering

if we’d stand a chance

for now it was a sweet game,

this our challenging romance.

I could see life in your eyes,

and yet was I always a disguise,

for where was your reality,

years later, when walking the park,

I felt that summer pang

love in the innocence

of our lives …

Now I listen to Glen Frey in the background

…til somebody new comes along…

I wonder if meaning for one

might ever translate beyond

a sweet serene summer night.

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