I remember laying on the beach with you
the night we met
talking beneath the stars
about conciousness about life
about lonlieness
and at the time
I didn't quite understand your words
or understood why a man as talented kind
and as loving as you
wouldn't have friends
but now I see 2 years later
I see why
you told me
I was your first kiss
at 25
we kissed under the moonlight
not sure if it was because you had a bad vibe
or because my heart was so wounded
that I was so afraid I pushed you away
I still think about you form time to time
and wander how you are,
if we could catch up talk about life
over a cup of coffee
interesting how you don't seem to
value things until they are no longer
there in your life.