Walking down my memory lane <br />Memories that clustered in a chain <br />I evoked an unfamiliar face <br />During the great marathon race <br /> <br />For a minute or two our eyes met <br />Then changed course ‘cos of fret <br />“Will I see him again? ” I doubt <br />“Or die before in a drought? ” <br /> <br />That was the first time I saw him <br />Not his name even I know <br />It might be Shaun, Jake or Jim <br />Or Irish or Italian, I don’t know <br /> <br />His face was of pure virtue <br />A look seen very few <br />Like a breeze that vanishes in a jiffy <br />Shaking your steady knee <br /> <br />He fades into a dream unknown <br />Shrinking down my thoughts <br />He wilts to my freed-pain <br />Down my memory lane. <br /> <br /> <br />(written for a boy i saw at an airport) <br /> <br /> <br />OCTOBER 1,2008<br /><br />sania harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-my-memory-lane/
