Meeting Place

Warm Summer days of innocence,
We would meet in my grandmothers backyard,
A moment in time permanent, but temporary,
Days filled with laughter and play,
We didn’t know it then,
Those would be the best days of our lives,
Too focused on growing up,
Let me go back once more,
To the meeting place,
You will not be there.

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