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71. The First Time

The first time
I saw your face

I hoped for distance
But not space

The first time
I heard your voice

My chest heaved with wonder
And I wanted to shout and rejoice

The first time
I touched your hand

I clasped the finger of an angel
My knees faltered but I continued to stand

The first time
I saw you leave

My heart became empty
And I did grieve

The first time
I saw you smile

I regained my teenage yearnings
If only for awhile

The first time
You say goodbye

I hope never to find out
Or to wonder why


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