Summer days.

July 16, 2011
Laying there in the fresh cut grass.
I look up.

I start to wonder.
I start to dream.
I start to remember.

I remember you always being there.
You never let go.
I loved you. You loved me.
You were the one who knew how to make me happy.
You always made my day.
I could talk to you about everything.

Why did you have to leave.

You are gone.
Gone for ever.

But why.

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