The First Fall

The winter nights
were colder
without him—
his breath thawing
my frozen heart.
 
I always knew,
that feeling wasn’t
as fleeting
as a summer love—
the shores remembered.
 
Or as momentary
as the spring break—
when I never
knew of heartbreaks.
 
Because when
I first fell in love,
I knew he is
my last.
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February 17, 2014 · 12:00 PM

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