If Only I Had Made An Impression
by John Grey

I often wonder what became
of those girls I dated back in high school.

In this latticed world
of cause and effect.
could it be that my cheeky hand
on their knees
in the back seat of the cinema
affected their future?

Surely, I had opened a door to something.
So did they look in?
Or pretend it was still closed?

Maybe not then.
But what about later,
alone in their rooms,
staring at those knees,
wondering if a boy's hand
leaves indelible prints?

So had I played with their tale
by involving them
in my own adolescent
urgings and explorations?

It remains a source of wonder
to me even now.
No, I don't lose sleep over it.
But I would prefer it if they did.

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