Summer Times

A summer time,
Always calling chatting as you call me.
Everyday working,
But my day was made,
By your call.

Casual chats,
Brightening my day,
As you finished work,
Went to the gym,
Making tea and more.

These calls made my summer.
A summer of boring work,
General reading, keeping busy,
To make time to speak to you.
A moment which defined my day.

Made my summer, one of the best,
Despite all my past summer holidays,
Hearing your sweet, kind, voice topped them all.


Poem of my past, describing a great summer I had, a storyesque, was an amazing summer even to this day. One of the best, only rivalled by the summer just gone past. But blissful.

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