I remember my first love
And its wild, adventurous personality.
Where the freckles scattered on his face
Symbolized the stars he had named after me.

I remember my first night alone.
And the isolation that seeped through the walls.
Where the phone never rung
And he never returned my calls.

I remember my first love.
And how he triumphantly did return.
Where life was blissful and sweet
And he promised to never spurn.

I remember my second night alone.
And the isolation only continued to increase.
Where my tears would cascade down to the floor.
And my heart was no longer in one piece.

I remember my second love.
And how he was everything and more.
What happened to my first love?
Well, let’s just say I dumped him to the floor.