Wouldn't it be nice
if we could see each other
the way we did
when we first met?
How our stomachs churned
in anxious excitement
the kind of feeling
not easy to forget
How we smiled nervously
unsure of what's next
hearts pitter-pattering
but trying not to fret
How I grabbed your hand
walking down the street
diving into the golden light
of a perfect desert sunset
How I kissed you quickly
inexperienced and scared
and you held me close
not wanting to go home yet.
But that is where it ends
each ensuing day riddled
with something sour
and filled with regret
How I cried each night
after you left me
filled with nothing and numb
always feeling upset
How you belittled my thoughts
after I tried to stay calm
you'd laugh at my attempts
to run with an empty threat
How I poured everything
I had into what we were
but you let me give you my heart
and left me in debt.
It's okay, though.
We don't have to focus
on the fizzling out
of something so lovely.
Instead I will trap
the boy I once knew
in my stanzas
He may not exist anymore
but he can be preserved
so I turn you into poetry
just to remember
the first day and the first night
where everything was beautiful
and everything was right.