I try
to forget that kiss
that never slipped
your waiting
mouth.
or that ecstatic night of
electric delight
that never was.
I hope
to let slip
from my memories
sweet summer days
strolling hand-in-hand
indulgent
and happy…
such wonderful days
which never came to pass.
the dream of you
is real,
and every day is
but passing time
until such dreams come true.
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