Companion poem to Summer Rain Pt 1.
Now time has passed,
And life goes on,
I often ponder,
On things that I’ve done.
One thing stands out,
As something I’d change,
With the girl who smiled,
A date I’d arrange.
A week of worry,
The chance was lost,
Now I’ll never know,
If her love it cost.
All that remains,
After all of this while,
Is a dream of maybe,
And the ghost of her smile.
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