Primacy Effect Poem by Ben Partenay

there are thousands
maybe millions of them
across the great wide
nowhere field while
the sun sets silent.
always.
I am the little bit of
madness that is the love
of you set deep
and blooming into smoke.
I am the welled up wish
begat and rubbed down
into flat metal. the song
caught in the lungs
of anything that sings.
always.
the dark nights you
see them all as fireflies
thousands maybe more
than can be fathomed.
it’s still the first one
you remember.
always.
and how none
are as bright
after that.