Passions

Passions sometimes burn
long after things have come and gone.
You take the holiday of a lifetime,
meet strangers who become friends,
people you so dearly love to see again
and hope you’ll get the chance.
You remember your partings
the last hugs and tears,
also the fears you had
at the thought of meeting them.
How they vanished at the first sight
and the hugs you received.
Now all you want and even long for
is to do it again and again,
hoping it will be the same
for everyone one of them.

18 July 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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