LAST NIGHT

by Harry

Submitted by Zenei

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He visited me last night.
He was seventeen.
That unforgotten smile,
dimples on his face,
those deep dark eyes.

I felt,
cared,
I couldn’t have loved.
I woke up,
with scratchy feelings,
curious.
What was his name?
I guessed,
but I am not sure.
That boy I saw sixteen years ago.

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