Summer's Memory
her tears don't fall, they crash around me.
her conscious calls, guilty to come home.
there's always something going on,
on the path i walked in the wrong direction.
there's always someone agging on, but can you tell me why?
i miss you Summer B. Knight
-macy
Copyright © Macy Southern | Year Posted 2010
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