When I first saw you again
you were a stranger I knew
yet didn’t.
I held myself back,
but yearning, too.

I didn’t quite know what to make
of this man so different
from the boy I’d loved,
the balding head
the sagging chin.

Yet something in me
warmed to the old crooked smile
and happy-sad eyes
that still belonged
to the seventeen-year old.

I felt all mixed up inside
at finding you
and losing you
at the same time.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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