Feeling Seventeen

Why? Why does he enter my dreams?
Walking in, cowboy-comfortable in his jeans…
Why? Why does he still enter my dreams?
How is that tanned, rugged face still so irresistible to me? Drawing me in like gravity…
Why do I breathe deeper when he’s near, listen harder for his voice?
Stolen pieces of conversation in a dream, when his crooked smile wasn’t meant for me…
When will he fade from my memories? When?
He’s the ghost who haunts my dreams,
My living reminder of feeling seventeen.


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