that kid

the last time i saw you
was a decade ago
you were enjolras in les mis —
i had my first real job —
and all i thought was
my goodness, that kid
grew up to sing

the last time i saw you
was months ago in a dream
you were teaching me to flirt —
i was a lead in a play —
and when i woke i thought
my goodness, what was
that kid’s name?

the last time i saw you
was this morning
you were making coffee in the shop —
i was sitting with a friend —
and when i left i thought
my goodness, that kid
makes a pretty good man

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Written for Writer’s Digest’s November PAD Chapbook Challenge. Day 10: A teenage poem