before i met you,
i had already done everything
for the first time
while we were together,
those very same firsts
i had done the first time with you
and now you're gone
and it's been so hard for me
to do those very same firsts
for the first time without you
That's really the hardest part, isn't it? Trying to move on living in the aftermath of a dream. Very well done, I felt this piece in the core..I think you know why. Always, Amberlee
At times, firsts hurt the most, because your seconds will never be your first.
That's very beautiful in such a neat and nuanced way. Professional envy prevents me from saying more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely and poignant. I love stumbling across your little gems. Lea