Classified as my first true love.
He saw me through hard times.
Little did I know much more was to come.
We were such babies you and I.
Lunch room napkins
Morphed into a rose bouquet.
Notes snuck into backpacks,
Telling our eternal love for each other.
Phone calls that made our ears red hot.
You were Exactly what my elders wanted for me.
We are a different breed you and I.
You were groomed for success
And took the offer of your dreams.
I was groomed , but wasn’t driven
And floated through.
Growing up and growing apart.
Senior year came so fast.
Wanting different things.
We wanted so badly to be “that couple .”
Forced emotions brought a harsh end.
Two different teens
Now grown up and far apart.
New loves have come and gone.
You’ll always be that first one.