Jackelyn Jorgensen · Jun 22, 2012
We Met in the Summer

I remember that summer
I was with him
You were chasing that girl
How did we meet again?
Oh, right
It was third shift

Late night chats
Turned into
Early morning "goodnights"
Turned into
Philosophical afternoons
Turned into
Me leaving him
Turned into
You forgetting her

Yes, I remember that summer
The one when I met you

 
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