First Love

First Love
Always the one
With the most memories,
It leaves me reminiscing
For hours, to the earth’s end.
My head is always turned back.
My heart is always
Just a few steps late.
The distances between
Present and Past,
Reality and Fantasy,
Actuality and Quixotism-
Grow and grow until
I’m stagnent,
Somwhere in the middle,
Pulled by the countering forces.
They always said
That the first one was the hardest
To move on from.
And here I stand,
As a tangible proof;
Slowly drifting backwards
In time.





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