The Man I Met When I Was Seventeen

He was a dark skinned man I couldn't tell his age He had a baby face But he also had a childlike heart He was thin, very thin, mostly bone His skeleton like figure scared many He never scared me I visited him a lot I loved listening to his stories and dreams Whenever I had no guests around, I was always in his room He had his own private room Whereas in my ward we had atleast ten females I never saw anyone visiting him I don't think he had family and friends He loved to laugh I wondered what brought him there We had big plans of opening the best restaurant in town At seventeen I knew I had a passion for food I loved to cook and entertain Besides my bedroom, kitchen was my next favourite room We talked of our passions and made big plans I left, I can't remember if I said my goodbyes or not Its been such a long time But I remember and treasure our moments He never left his room, he never even left his bed But his dreams took him places many wishes to see I left, he never did But the dream he put in me still lives on