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Hal G.P. Colebatch: Janice B.

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Dec 31 2017

1 mins

Janice B.

Seventeen years old.

I kissed you,

And you kissed me,

And (it seems unbelievable

When I look back)

I was too shy and gauche

To take it any further.

 

Why didn’t I think,

After that totally unexpected night,

To call you back next day, tell you

To dump your boyfriend?

 

Maybe you wondered why I didn’t phone you.

But I was so overwhelmed

That it never occurred to me,

Then knowing none of the moves.

 

And I have a memory

Of a totally unexpected night,

My seventeen-year-old ineptness,

And an occasional wondering

Where are you now?

 

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

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