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Let that summer from my memories return once more (Part#01) Poem

I was fifteen, and perhaps he was too 

Summer had just begun — the last veil of ice had melted away. 

This summer felt strangely alive; 

something stirred inside me, restless and unnamed. 

I couldn’t quite touch it, yet it never left.

My heart raced wildly through every thought,

then suddenly stopped — breathless — at one single place.

They say the mind moves faster than anything;

that summer, I lived inside its speed.

School holidays had spilled open.

People poured out of their homes like sunlight.

The lake shore bloomed with laughter —

picnic mats and baskets spread under whispering trees.

A young couple lost in each other beneath one shade,

boys laughing by the water, beer bottles catching the light.

Everyone seemed so joyfully whole.

Only I sat alone on the swing,

not swinging — just watching the world dance without me.

I wondered quietly…

was this summer, these golden holidays, not meant for me at all?

Before I knew it, evening had arrived.

The sun slowly slipped into the lake’s warm belly.

A quiet sadness washed over me — I still don’t know why.

So I rose, took my one true companion —

my bicycle, my dearest soulmate —

and rode into the melting light.

The sun still glowed, fighting the coming dark,

my heart heavy, yet my wheels kept turning.

Then he appeared — riding with his own faithful companion.

Our two soulmates collided in a gentle crash of metal and fate.

In that instant, our eyes locked —

and time forgot how to move.

The very next second he began to apologise,

but I quickly spoke first — “No, it was my fault.”

He reached out, steadying me,

gently moving his bike aside,

his hand brushing mine like a promise.

And in that single look…

I died a thousand beautiful deaths.

There, on the quiet edge of the road,

a small, trembling meeting unfolded —

just a few stolen moments,

yet they carved themselves forever

into the softest corner of my heart.

And that ordinary summer evening

became the most romantic story

I never knew I was living. ❤️

Mr. Suhas Avhad (Author, LitNova)

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