on the lake we spent our young summers
I still remember waiting for you on the
bridge that joined out villages and
wonder what would have been
blooming now if we had just
met and walked into the
future without looking
back at the black
and white years
we let others
paint for
us.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Never knowing what could have been.
- Category: Sad
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