I know the first thing I heard was
your voice
and it smiled down the wire
warm
like being embraced when you
walk through someone’s front door
it was younger than your face
when we met
and your hands shook and
I was cautious, curious.
I know I don’t remember
the first place you touched me
but I know there was more than a
need for companionship the
first time I said
Stay? And you held me
and you felt strangely strong
and I was confused by you.
I know I would never give back
the first time your kiss
fell through me or our
midnight swim or the
endless road trips when you
drove and drove and somewhere
in there I hit the point of no return
or the first time I said
I love you and we both heard
it the same way
I know because I felt your smile through the phone
again
and in some long gone
time, we must have made the kind of love we made that
first time
--that Friday night in August
and even in this dark almost sleep
I keep writing
I love you
such a short sentence for
such a long feeling.
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