Seventeen

This face now aged which belongs

back in your history,

do you remember me

or do I still remain a mystery.

Maybe I am being foolish to think

you could never forget

the hours we spent

watching the sun set.

We had promised each other

we would always remain friends

even though we knew

our love was coming to an end.

Over the years we lost touch

when one of us realised

our friendship

did not mean that much.

That is why I thought I would say hello

and ask how you have been,

but I see by your eyes you do not

remember what it was to be seventeen.

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