I remember, when we met
Where and how.
I remember, my levitation
When you said yes
To my fumbled invitation.
I remember, walking with you
Your hand held tightly, in mine.
Warmth spreading through me,
Leaking through my smile,
To rest on your perfection.
I remember, silly jokes.
And impossible,
Was not a word to us.
We, who built snowmen in July,
And sunbathed in December.
I remember, that wondrous day
We first made love.
Inexpertly, but urgently.
Rushing blood and eager hands,
Transporting us to magic lands.
I remember, the day you said goodbye.
Stomach knotted, still besotted,
Heart just screaming, Why? ?
You walked away, that silent day,
And left me there to cry.
Of course, I built another life,
Consigned the magic to the ground.
But knowing, all along
That I would never, really be alive,
Without You.
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i like your poems..they reflect innocence..sweetness..enjoyed..-plz read mine too thanks.. shah jehan
I hope this first love would be impressed by these words. I would. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You like me put your words out with such genuine honesty. This is so sad so honest. Loved this and understand the great sense of loss expressed here. Thank for sharing.