I've had a lot of first kisses since you
None have shot stars to the moon
Fireworks when I close my eyes
Shivers walking down my spine
None other than you.
Too much time has passed
I miss your face like hell
I guess we are going to better places
Move on, we might as well.
I see your eyes in other faces
I miss your face like hell.

I've never known
how to end these poems
when you're the subject..
because to me it isn't over.