Eleven Summers Later

There is nothing so painful at sixteen,

As a summer spent much too far apart.

The pool was cool and the river pristine,

But I was left with a low, lonesome heart.

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Church camp for two weeks is so very long.

Text messages weren't getting through to you,

And I got teary when I heard our song

Much drama and pining closely ensued.

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If only I'd known then we'd date for years,

Grow up and marry and build a new life,

There might not have been quite so many tears,

Not quite so much whining, or all that strife.

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Now I know our summer is endless.

First summer, the start, of love momentous.