The Summer of 17

The saddest season I’ve ever known, was this past Summer of 17;
For on August 5th, you had to leave, Fate ended all my dreams!
Just fourteen plus, I had always felt, you’d be with me three more years;
But you sailed away on Sad Saturday, the culmination of all my fears!
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I have ever loved the Summer sun, looked so forward to its return;
But I have a feeling on its next solstice, my soul will start to churn!
For how can I ever enjoy again, something that stole my Soulmate ‘way;
How can I ever cavort and laugh, when I’ll be crying every day!
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Oh “Sad Summer of 17”, I’m glad you’ve come to end;
So, until your next one rolls around, I will try my heart to mend!
But I fear so when that dire day comes, August 5th of 2018;
It will take me “Back To The Future”, where in pain I’ve already been!
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                              Yesteryear returns
                       The pain etched in my heart
                           The day my soul weeps