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
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