Memories

Last Sunday I posted the first poem I ever wrote, when I was nine. So, what comes after a first poem? Well, lucky for me, I know exactly which poem was the second one I ever wrote. Mind you, I was only nine when I wrote it.

As I look through my window
I remember
Our first time together.

Walking through the park
Hand in hand
Side by side.

We sit on a bench to rest
Under a willow tree.

The moon high above us
As we kiss.

Then you left me.
My heart sad and empty.

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