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Your Summer Girl
A Poem
oh, I’d know her
as if it were yesterday,
back in those days
when you still talked to me,
before the fight that broke us,
the cracks forever marring our picture
you called her
your lovely summer girl,
the one who gleamed like gold
and shined like midnight starlight —
the one I couldn’t live up to, no matter what,
because loving her was what made you glow
but summer couldn’t last
and she’d always go back home,
only to come back again and again
when June kissed the beach warm
while you blushed and burned at once,
becoming a stranger I couldn’t look in the eye
the worst of it was
how I couldn’t hate her —
no, not when she made you so happy
till you lit up like you’d swallowed the sun
and I’d remember you never smiled like that,
at least never when you were alone with me
