The first and the last

Do you remember 
The first time we met? 

When spring awakened, 
February’s magic glittered 
With promise and vibrance
Like the sunrise that filtered 
Through the cracks of my eyelids 
When I awakened to the beginning 
Of a new age. 

The first time I saw you, we haven’t met. 
I only knew your name and in a glance 
You disappeared into the crowd. 

And on that morning I sat alone in the darkness, 
The door pushed opened and you entered the room 
And entered my life, and dreams and thoughts. 

Lest I forget the contours on your face
The sound of your voice 
And touch of your palm- The tremors of my insides 
With every second you crept further into my heart. 
You navigated the crevices of my labyrinth and 
flattered my shaky self esteem 

Like a smooth talker, 
Why don’t we play a game? 
Serenading my soul, 
The smoothness of your voice 
Eyes interlocked and hearts intertwined 
How can I ever forget 
The first time you sang to me.

I don’t know what came over me
I asked you out and you agreed. 
We had a nice walk 
And a nice talk
I thought it was something 
I felt like there was something 
But alas I was deceived 
And nothing came of it 

And every inkling moment since then 
Has been a roller coaster ride 
That I’ve been strapped in, 
Trapped in. 
As it finally near the pit stop 
And jerks to a stop I can’t get off. 

And so, we go again. 
You spin me Round and around. 
One last time, 
Before I’m lost never found.

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