Last Sunday I posted the first poem I ever wrote, when I was nine. So, what comes after a first poem? Well, lucky for me, I know exactly which poem was the second one I ever wrote. Mind you, I was only nine when I wrote it.
As I look through my window
I remember
Our first time together.
Walking through the park
Hand in hand
Side by side.
We sit on a bench to rest
Under a willow tree.
The moon high above us
As we kiss.
Then you left me.
My heart sad and empty.
