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An Ending Of A Summer Dream: a poetic work in progress

I hate posting work that's this self-indulgent and personal in fact maybe it was a bad idea revealing that this was the case. This poem has a deeply personal connection to me that I don't want to go into much detail about although, as a writer I inevitably hope that somehow this can mean something to you as well. I refuse to go into deep detail about meaning because I believe that this sort of stuff should speak for itself:

An Ending of a summer dream:

So many nights

of endless calling,

endless calling

without reply.

Calling

for things left wanted

but never quite received.

some things

you want so badly

you're blind to present truth:

it's hard to know your limits

When wanting strongly

with all your heart.

There was a time

when it all was so certain:

whatever happened to the days

when we made each other smile:

when there wasn't an ending

to the summer dream?

There was a time,

I remember,

when it was more...

then an observation
followed by nothing at all.

Time passes

with endless calling

words unspoken:

nothing left to say.

Calling without receiving

ends the summer dream.

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