we fell in love in the summer
the warmth of the sun
hitting at my back
the soft breeze
flowing through my hair
memories we made
deep in the cornfields
where not a soul could hear our laughter
it's a shame that summer ends
and in comes the cold months
where my depression hits
my body is covered
and my soul is as dry as the winter air
memories are all i have
deep in my closet
where all of your pictures lay
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
