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Eleven Summers Later

Summer love turned into something lasting.

By L.A. HancockPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Eleven Summers Later
Photo by Christopher Beloch on Unsplash

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.


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.


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.


Now I know our summer is endless.

First summer, the start, of love momentous.

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About the Creator

L.A. Hancock

I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!

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