February 14, 1998

333. Past Reflections #33 - An Unfinished Poem (1990)

It never ceases to amaze me that we always dream and long for the things in life that will either be very hard to grab hold of or virtually impossible.  With some people this is the case with a car, a house, fame, riches or prestige, but with this sullen boy's heart, it was a smile...a pair of dark eyes that could shun the beauty of the sunset...a laughter that always made me smile.

I can't recall the day that we first met.  It seems so long ago.  I know she hasn't always been there, but it seems as she has.  I can't remember not knowing her or knowing she was there.  Through all of my memories, I see her in some way.....

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