Catherine 1979
She wore patchouli
and a ragged hippie
skirt
drinking lager by the
pint
and telling stories of
her youth.
She was all of
seventeen
and I loved her
passionately
albeit briefly,
like the flourescent
stars
on her bedroom roof.
Thirty years have
passed
and more
but the scent still
makes me smile
and wonder what
happened
to my darling
Clementine.
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