I stared at the back of your head,
strands of unkempt black hair
sticking out in multiple directions
you turn and immediately my nose is back
in the first page of the book,
it was our first eye contact,
and behind the dusty shelves we shared our first kiss,
out in the snow was our first hug,
and "Romeo and Juliet" was our first date,
an engraving on my necklace was the first gift,
and suddenly,
all of these sensations became our last.