First Love

First Love I tried to sense your coming the time and moment you would pass. All day I pondered words to use actions, sighs, and movements embracing you, as you come, I am silent, look away, eyes downcast. I sought you in quiet moments, still rooms, places and familiar corridors we knew. Yet when you pass, you hurry as you usually do with impatience and blind ignorance. I hoped you felt the same, the way I do. I dreamt of you continually, at night and in the day but night empties into mornings dawn. The evening mist, once full of gentleness reminded me of the you I loved and knew but I am still alone and waiting, now, too long. I was just a child then, not a woman full of fantasy and dreaming. I had dreams of being yours and yours alone, I was foolish and wrong. I’m older now, mature and not loving you and lying all the more.