Faded Loves
Near the sky west and crooked,
I stood on the hill of broken dreams,
recalling all the lost loves
I had so long ago.
Their faces swirl around me
as a sad reflection.
I recall how with each one there,
love faded beyond repair.
However, with those sad reflections
I look at what I have now
and wonder if I would have been
as happy as I am now.
If those old loves hadn’t faded
like the morning mist warmed by the sun.
One will never know what might have happened,
or where I‘d be today.
22 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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