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I used to think you were those hot days when I'd sit out in the yard with iced coffee and a book or music; that you were the conversations we had about you sitting under a tree and reading on the same afternoons

I used to believe that you were the rainy mornings 

Without much to do

Paint , windows , customers few between

Rivulets on the windows bagels and earl grey tea

I used to those cool July 

Evenings and walking along the water 

Ice cream and fudge learning and talking in the air

Were made up only of you 

And I used to tell myself that I could think of you on snowy evenings 

That I could wonder where you were when I looked at the moon

I used to think that all these things were made up of you 

That you made all these experiences 

That I couldn't feel a same breeze or hear a same song

Or yearn a familiar connection

Without knowing it was in my mind only because of you

I used to think books and dreams 

Lyrics sitting under trees 

One day one June 

Iced coffee and free

Paint and windows 

Rain and earl grey tea

Were made up of you

But turns out you were never really there

Or maybe we never could be friends 

One day I finally believed you were gone

And life still breathed and hurts has sand and summer nights 

With notebooks and songs

Summer and moonlight 

And I thought they could come only with you

But turns out they were made up by me.