First Love

 

I was walking to the Chow Hall

On a hot September evening

I wasn’t thinking about much

Except getting to dinner

Before they closed

(After all, it was free)

 

When suddenly, I saw you

Leaping out of the second story window

And I thought, surely, you were dead

But you got to your feet

And came running after me down the street

 

I found out later that you were crazy enough

To make your living jumping out of things

But that day

All you wanted was to ask me out

To the biggest party of the year,

I might add

 

You had a girl at home

The way most of the guys I knew did

But I didn’t care because

I was crazy enough to love you

And the way you made me laugh

And the things you believed in

 

And so I shouldn’t have been surprised

That day three years later

When I told you how

I had lost our baby

And you told me how

You had gotten married three days before

And you were so very happy

I shouldn’t have been surprised

But I was

Because I was betting on the fact

That I would win, in the end

 

But the things I won are not the things I was expecting

I am stronger because I loved you

Better because I knew you

And happier because I got to be with you

Thank you for being my friend.

 

Happy birthday, P.F.B.

Reviews

[silent[rain]]

This is a great poem...I know how you feel..been there before..I like this one!

[Antony]

This is a heartbreaker of a poem, a real life happening and you must be a very special person to feel as you do about this person, that is what makes this poem everything that it is, a heartbreaker. Glad I stopped by your page to read this.

[Berserker[Diktator Von ..]

once again another great piece by broken...i really like your work b/c they are about real life..great job on this one...=)