Generates In My Brain

There are many girls I’ve known
I could have fallen in love with,
had the circumstances been right.
They were passing acquaintances,
like ships that pass in the night.
They stole my heart a little bit
and I often wonder where they are all now.
What would I do if I met them
after all these years that have gone?
Would my feelings still be the same?
That question often generates in my brain
and there will be no way of knowing
because I will never meet any of them again.

27 January 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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