"First Kiss"

He holds me close.
We stand on the platform.
The whistle blows.
“I gotta go.”

He hugs me one last time.
We’ve been friends for three years
Each having a few minor crushes on the other
Now he has to leave and go start his own life.

The whistle blows again
We part
He looks toward the train that will take him away.

He turns back,
Looks at me and presses his lips to mine.
I push back.

We break apart.
And his father rushes him to the train.
“I love you.” He confesses.
“I love you too.” I echo.

The train begins to move
Taking him away from me.

Silent tears fall.
Sadness overwhelms me.
He’s leaving, I’m staying.
I cry out loud.

Our first kiss
Is our last.
This one was published in last year’s issue of SHS’s "Literacy" magazine