• Memories

    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.