The First Time

Sadly, you cannot recapture
the magic of the first time
no matter how hard you try.
The bliss you felt the first time
remains a fragment in our memories.
Return to recreate them
can never recapture
those moments again.
They will always remain elusive
inheriting our memories and our dreams.
They are doors that are closed
never to reopen again.

(13 July 2011)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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