Early Works - Lost In My Childhood

You’ll have to excuse me staring
but I’m sure we’ve met somewhere before
the problem is time has hidden just where.
As I moved about a lot in my younger years
your name is vague, lost in my childhood.
Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable
but your image nags me so.
I frown, smile as I’ve got to go.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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