You’re mistaken ma’am, I’m not him.
I’ve met him before, though the memory is dim.
Are you the one he talked about?
Of course, your beauty is far beyond doubt.
His face is much more full than mine.
It seems never to weather by the passing of time.
A full growth of hair is on his head.
His eyes are clear, on many sights they’ve fed.
His body is lean, tanned and tall.
Never does his strength or courage fall.
Yes, as you say he is quite a man.
He can do most things anyone can.
You wish him well? I’ll tell him so.
He would like to hear of you too, I know.
I’m glad that fate chanced that we have met,
To speak of old friends we sometimes forget.
I envy this man, who so well you know,
And the knowledge for him of which you show.
I’ll see him again, I travel his way,
And every word of your voice I’ll convey.
No, I’m not the one you thought me to be.
The one you remembered is him, not me.
Distance moves and time passes although,
You always remember your childhood beau.

The above poem won third place in the Solano County Poetry Competition in 2013.

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