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Liran Weizman Don't Say GoodbyeSeventeen floors up when the clock strikes three I hear jubilant song Voices free me from my dark dungeon Where SAT Flashcards scatter the floor The bright screen of my Mac Attempts to illuminate the room My eyes ache pouring over the screen Those were my summer days. I remember last summer I run, skip, play Swing on the purple monkey bars My feet barely skimming the astroturf. My Hong Kong playground The sandbox cluttered with forgotten toys Swings rusting away The old battered tree I could always climb. I remember the little kids One of them captured my heart A boy with sandy hair and magical brown eyes Rohan was his name. Before his nanny would take him home for supper I played with him. Before he left for supper Rohan’s eyes would water Our play time was over He never knew if this goodbye was the last His little arms would hold onto me. When I was with Rohan I need not worry Whether they would judge me Make fun of me I forget about summer assignments When I was with Rohan I was in the moment I watched the boy grow for the last three years Every summer I would come to Hong Kong I would walk by the playground Each day Searching for the boy with sandy hair. The summer of ‘05 The summer of ‘06 The summer of’ 07 Each summer represents a meeting Whether it took him a month Two weeks He always remembered me in the end. As for the summer of ’08 I wonder will I look for Rohan? |
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