Go to sleep darling, til summer comes again..

Wherever you want to go from here
Well I hope you learn to sleep alone
And I pray you'll not die inside while frozing winter is coming on
'Cause summer is gone, summer is gone..

Meet me in the past my love

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Joseph kissed me in the spring, 

Sebastian in the fall, 

But Mister F.only looked at me  and never kissed at all. 

Sebastian's kiss was lost in jest, 

Joseph's lost in play,  

But the kiss in F.'s eyes
Haunts me night and day. 

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"You'll get over  it." 

It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it because "it" is the person you loved. 

The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? 

The articulation of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made by anyone then by death. 

This hold in my heart is the shape of you, and no one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

I know we agreed to wait, but it feels like meanwhile life is just passing us by. 

It's not fair.

  

Miss you, x Kate