You, My First Love

Turn to that first love

when the walls are

crumbling.


When dead end streets

with burned out light

posts are everywhere


and you are just looking

for somewhere to rest

before you hit nowhere.


That first love is there

despite all the broken

promises and half-thought


dreams of grandeur.

That first love has been

patient. Watching,


Listening from a distance.

Knowing that one day

you would come back


on hands and knees.

I sit here now at your

feet once more my love.