·ode to your first lover·
we were
just two fifteen year olds
each of us
shaped
from our own wreckage.
we filled
the voids of our heart,
with broken pieces of each other’s.
we hid smiles,
behind façades,
scared,
of people’s scrutiny
because what do fifteen year old’s know
other than infatuations.
we knew nothing lasts
specially for us
because individuals made
from hurricanes and wrecks
can’t tend oneself,
let alone other’s.
but you,
you were that smile that tugged on tired lips
you were the first one
i wove dreams with
the same dreams which i saw with consequent others,
you were the sea
and i, the shore
you took a little bit of me
with every meeting,
then we grew,
we learnt to fix ourselves
we questioned why
we finally saw
the differences
we fell apart.
and now,
i drive past your house at times,
the house that seemed too far years ago,
the house,
in front of which i used to always
mumble or whistle,
only this time
i rolled up my windows and sped off
