you and i, what were we?
simple and trusting
always honest, mostly sincere
pure
in that way first loves
can be
i catch myself
reminiscing about us, something
i usually don't allow
and i realize your kisses
were sweet, in ways i hadn't thought
tender in their explorations
comforting in their rhythm
thoughtful discoveries which left me
breathless and aching,
i miss your kisses, even now.
they were full of life
and youth
and there will never be any other like that
we were just kids, after all
who finds true love in
their first love?
you and i, we were better than that.
