Today I thought of you.
A song came on the radio
that screamed your name at me.
I don't understand
how I can still think of you.
It was so long ago
when last I touched your face.
But your tender words
and gentle kiss
rest on my mind
as if it were yesterday.
I guess I'll never be free
from your grasp.
Those bonds joined by first love
are unbreakable.
How does one get over it?
Does every person in the world
miss someone like I miss you?
If that is true,
how do we all go along each day
as if nothing is wrong?
Or,
did everyone else
marry their first love
and are living happily ever after?