an unlikely story
*for my first & last love, forever*
since the first time i saw you
i have belonged to you completely.
the first time —
our eyes met,
our hands laced,
our lips touched,
through the flurries of snowflakes
falling as if to mirror our innocence.
when we came back to one another,
we were broken.
catalogues of wounds —
imperfectly locked doors quietly waiting
for the right keys
to spring back open again.
we were
meant to heal each other,
meant to teach each other,
meant to save each other.
new curves on a body,
new rows of teeth,
new eyes to read,
old hearts to hold.
we were meant to break down these walls.
can you hear the pulse through
the telephone lines in between
the awkward pauses & silence,
every lonely moment when apart?
it’s the sound of my heart
fluttering like hummingbird wings
with the simple thought of you.
i am the first person you loved,
& i promise i will be your last.
