By Echolocation |
Date: 2014 Mar 06
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The day we met I cannot now recall;|
So many things were new to me that year.
It was August, September, early fall,
Had I known, Id have been less cavalier
About my memories; Id have fixed in mind
What you wore, your look, the first words you spoke.
So much of what came later hid behind
Friendship, light words, the careful mask of joke.
When the first time our hands touched, do you know?
First time I broke, you lent your strength to mine?
The first time we loved ah, that I know!
But so many others are lost in time.
Had I known then that there would be a last
Id have marked all the firsts and held them fast.