Visitation Poem by Dennis Go

Visitation



I paid myself
A visit
After eons
Of absence.
Gestures would show
I knew not myself.

Is he the one?
No. He looks shabby
Compared to the
Silhouette reprinted
On recyclables.

I miss him:
My long lost persona
Playful and labeled
With youth's scent
Stored within
Happy faces.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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