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Goodbye Summer

You were the firefly pulsing
outside my window before the rain fell.
As I walk home late tonight
beneath the juneberry trees,
I won’t feel alone.
You’ll be with me,
escorting me safely home,
whispering comfort with light.
Glowing like my heart when you held me.


One thought on “Goodbye Summer

  1. This fills me with wistful nostalgia

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