Posted by MFish

It was silent,
without a reply.
So I knocked,
for another try.

The door swung,
open wide and inside
was a young boy.
His name was Clyde.

Clyde was small,
about like me.
He said he was from
across the Sea.

He was 18 years old,
about 10 years more than me.
We played together,
incessantly.

When I left, to go
away to school.
College was the
dividing rule.

Many years later,
I returned and went
to the small door,
behind the wall in the basement.

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