Just a memory,
she convinced her lover
the latest one,
as she came back to him,
his smell,his touch,
her own senses still locked
in a far away thought,
of another time,
another lost smile
as she stood alone
and mourned the death
of first innocent love,
of mushy words
that she actually meant,
not just then..
But now it is,
just a memory
she convinces herself.
One’s first love always dwells someplace in the heart.
forever !
there’s a lot to learn and remember from that I guess
a first love is always what you measure other’s with… I’m lucky to still live with my first one … but I can see how hard it would be if I had to ever change that. Great soft writing in your poem..
sometimes it takes a bit to convince ourselves…and i think those first loves do stick with us for a very long time….smiles…
I get a little cynical at times about first loves – how would Romeo and Juliet look thirty years down the line, living in poverty, with a dozen squalling kids? But you convey well that nostalgia, that sense of wonderment and ‘what if’, the freshness of it all.
Ah, those mushy words. Gets us every time, doesn’t it? Nicely penned. Thanks for sharing!
Wow, so true dear so true, i wrote many similar works for the first love’s thoughts are always recurrent, one can’t just get them out of your head,
http://hckkid.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/thank-you/ thanking one’s love for all things went through for him/her
http://hckkid.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/a-bird-i-once-set-free/ where bird is whom character loved, bird while was in love with someone else
http://hckkid.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/limitless-love/ once asked the amount of love.
Hope you will enjoy reading.