Old Time

He thinks about your desires, love mostly
Whether you love your boyfriend
More than you loved him
Or even loved him at all
You stained his heart
Brought him to his knees
To beg in your name
Now he thinks of you
Once in a blue moon
Slowly fading with age
Like a weathered photograph
All you are, is a glimpse
Imprinted in old memory

poem by Matthew Peel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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