One Summer Day
we paddled down the lake one summer day
and stopped to paint our names upon a stone;
the years have passed and scrubbed them all away
now all except the memory is gone
and in the meantime I have tried to fill
the void you left the day you said goodbye
but never found the like, nor ever will,
your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes
you are the one who taught me how to love;
as best I could, I’ve tried to love since then
but none has lasted, love has come and gone,
I never felt a love so pure again
my love, I never dreamed when we did part
your image would forever own my heart
Victor Kennedy was born in Scotland, grew up in Canada, and currently lives in Slovenia. A semi-retired Professor of English Literature, he spends his time writing poetry, walking his dog, and trying to play classical guitar.
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