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It's always July that makes me think of love. Never June. Rather it's the sound of the cicadas And the sweet smell of summer grass hot after the sun scorched day which is burned on my skin. As the mist rises up to obscure the end of evening, I walk content to breathe it in. Smiling 

I wish I remembered you.

By what is missing you learn what not to be.

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Smiles linger at the warmth of you, those small ways I hold on, far memories fought for. Yes. You should know they still sing in my mind.  When I remember.  Don't you recall?     Do you ever chase the memories? The young? The old? Those small ways Life shared with us But we weren't ever, except you never knew how that hoped And, Now, what was that? Hmm? I don't recall. My thoughts of time are gone a ghosted smile Of which I have no memory.

Memories again. Make them happy ones this time.