Sonnet I

Across the bridge, I saw within my mind
--not missing it, but rather finding it--
an older love, the kind I'd left behind.
'Twas like the grains of sand, which never fit

together in the hour glass, but fight
for freedom 'gainst each other, falling down
until they land on top each other, right
and left of where they want to be. The frown

that took my face--which left it starved for joy--
reminded me of loving him; but now
there is another one, another boy
who loves the way I laugh. I now know how

to leave behind the one, the lost, the old,
for something new: the one I love to hold.