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FIRST LOVE
Do you remember when we used to swing, hand in hand?
Just young boys in love with the world. With each other.
A leaf would fall and we’d both run to catch it.
But instead we would end up falling into each others arms.
Do you remember when the night was long?
And the tide never wanted to retreat from our shores.
But we made it through, embracing each others face,
And hands, and lips. All the while knowing what we did was “wrong”.
Do you remember running through the corn fields?
Laughing as boys do. Playing hide and seek. Playing show and don’t tell.
The warm sun shining on us in the fields.
As we pointed to images in the clouds floating high above.
Do you remember the night we were caught by your mother.
I was kissing you passionately, never wanting to release my mouth from yours.
She screamed. You cried. I lost.
I lost the one I loved to a military school in Michigan somewhere.
Do you remember my tears as I ran towards the car.
It was racing away from me. Your hand on the back window. Mine reaching out.
There I stood in the middle of the street alone.
No one to play with, no one to chase, and no one to love.
Do you remember all the letters and poems and pictures I sent you.
You replied in the beginning. Sending back small notes and cards.
They stopped after Christmas. But I knew you would soon be home.
Soon be in my arms, in my life. Never to leave again.
I remember the day you returned.
You were different. You were bigger and stronger.
I ran to greet you. But your face and your heart turned away from me.
I stumbled in my tracks. I fell headlong into a world without you.
I remember the swing, the cornfield, the kiss.
I remember a world where our love was strong and right and unbreakable.
I remember your eyes as they gazed into mine, wanting nothing more than just me.
I remember our hands interlocked, just as our hearts were.
Do you remember me my love? For I will never forget you.
Do you remember when we used to swing, hand in hand?
Just young boys in love with the world. With each other.
A leaf would fall and we’d both run to catch it.
But instead we would end up falling into each others arms.
Do you remember when the night was long?
And the tide never wanted to retreat from our shores.
But we made it through, embracing each others face,
And hands, and lips. All the while knowing what we did was “wrong”.
Do you remember running through the corn fields?
Laughing as boys do. Playing hide and seek. Playing show and don’t tell.
The warm sun shining on us in the fields.
As we pointed to images in the clouds floating high above.
Do you remember the night we were caught by your mother.
I was kissing you passionately, never wanting to release my mouth from yours.
She screamed. You cried. I lost.
I lost the one I loved to a military school in Michigan somewhere.
Do you remember my tears as I ran towards the car.
It was racing away from me. Your hand on the back window. Mine reaching out.
There I stood in the middle of the street alone.
No one to play with, no one to chase, and no one to love.
Do you remember all the letters and poems and pictures I sent you.
You replied in the beginning. Sending back small notes and cards.
They stopped after Christmas. But I knew you would soon be home.
Soon be in my arms, in my life. Never to leave again.
I remember the day you returned.
You were different. You were bigger and stronger.
I ran to greet you. But your face and your heart turned away from me.
I stumbled in my tracks. I fell headlong into a world without you.
I remember the swing, the cornfield, the kiss.
I remember a world where our love was strong and right and unbreakable.
I remember your eyes as they gazed into mine, wanting nothing more than just me.
I remember our hands interlocked, just as our hearts were.
Do you remember me my love? For I will never forget you.
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