First Love
We met under a dark light,
I in black, you in white.
We were innocent and naive
that midsummer eve.
Full of youth, failed expectations,
and silent tribulations.
Hopes mixed with fear,
yet, all seemed clear.
Holy matrimony loomed in the distance,
a simple matter of coxistence.
All faded away, crushed by the hand of
reality; it was our last day.
We shared a coffee by the bay; no more to say;
I watched as you walked away.
Tears formed in your eyes;
I was never good at goodbyes.
