Where do I begin
To tell the sweet love story that could have been?
Where do I start ?
He was the summer rain
The one that gave meaning to the simmering pavement
He filled my heart
With endearing things
My own imaginings
Still
I'm never alone
I reached for his hand
I thought it was there
The day it came so close
My eyes closed
Disappearing walls around me
It all became truth
It was just a breeze on a summers day
The one that began
The than that is now
And never been
-Robbie Watson
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