It was a delicate summer
where one dreams of love
and wakes alone.
I had recently
and only wanted
to see sunlight
on a girl's hair.
of the heart,
I suspected true love
was as elusive
as clutching summer mist.
I promised myself
in the future,
I wouldn't be bitter
I would hope again.
A cafe by a lake
across a table
during a perfect lunch.
Meet me there,
like we were children
from a previous incarnation.
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