Monday, March 11, 2013

Hardest

The hardest thing you
ever asked me to do
was to let you go.
Even now I struggle
with the loss, the place
inside me that no one
has been able to fill.

Are all first loves like this?
Burned so deep we can't
forget the nights of wicked
love and fierce passion?
We only get one first love;
why were you mine?
What god cursed me?

I've had others since you,
those I loved as best I could.
You didn't figure into why
we didn't last. I only remember
you when they're gone, when
the silence fills the room like
your scent once did.

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