Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Summertime will never be the same.

Summertime will never be the same.
It's hard without you.
It was bad enough Bob was gone.
Now so are you.
I can think back to the times when you got off of work, just to come swimming.
When you were working at the grocery store, you brought me those green tea shakes, when you called your mother and she tells you that my mother and I are here.
To those days that I want to go back in time.
To those days I want to make things right.
But, it's too late.
I don't think it will ever happen again.
I miss you.
Summertime will never be the same.

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