So many ways I had tried
All had been in vain
So many tears had come and dried
None had eased my pain
Those seven summers without you
I was left to rue
…
The winters were cruel and cold
Falls were all the same
When the springs grew old
I only called your name
Those seven summers without you
No one came to my rescue
…
The signs were all clear
I should have foreseen
Whenever I came near
You weren’t very keen
Those seven summers without you
All hell has come through
…
I kept myself so quiet
I didn’t make a sound
Like the darkest silent night
That always came around
Those seven summers without you
There was nobody to talk to
…
You left without a warnin’
It completely shook me
You were gone. I was broken
It completely took me
Those seven summers without you
To finally forget you

It doesn’t feel much different even after 17 summers, at times.
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Dang! Seven years? Guess she was really worth it! Lol
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Damn! <\3
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Nice written
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Thank you.
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Waiting for seven summers with someone new?
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Seven summers to forget him/her… but you didn’t.
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I don’t think I know enough words to describe how much I truly love this… Outstanding and beautifully penned! I love, love, love this piece!
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Thank you so much, Ana. Hope you liked today’s poem as well.
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Indeed I did!! You write beautifully!
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Beautiful poem, Frank. I love the refrain “seven summers without you”.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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Beautiful writing!
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Thank you.
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This is so poignant. It spoke to me in more ways than one.Days keep rolling and seasons don’t make sense when you are missing someone and lost in their thought without out an end.
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True. Thanks.
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My pleasure Frank
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Thank you for visiting my blog. I’ve just spent a few moments visiting yours. The art of writing is making a personal experience, universal. That, you do, beautifully.
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Thank you so much.
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Frank, I love your poem and find it softly musical.
The refrain, ‘ the seven summers without you’.
So easily flows your words of these years of overcoming.
Seven is a good number to choose.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam.
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lovely.. โค I like it very much. ๐
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Thank you.
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Very much in love with the words…’Those Seven Summer….’
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Great. Thank you.
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I find your poems just so amazing! And most of the times, I can relate to them.. Feels good to be connected with you ๐
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Thank you, Naman. Glad to have touched your heart.
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seven? Then it will take you another two years, or not? ๐ฆ
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Nah, now it’s done.
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what exactly is “done”? sorry, I am just not in the knowing. I can’t help it…
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I’m done thinking about her…
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This is simply wonderful, Frank.
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Thank you.
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Awesome ๐
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Thank you.
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