First Love

cold ice cream,

the playful wind

a childhood sunset

as the swings creaked

and laughter flew over

the sea of forgotten troubles

the kiss, left waiting

your notes are tears, to me

seeping in the poet's soul

I can't hold you close enough.

Haze

You ask what does love,
represent to me
is it attraction, affection
weighted down, flying free?

Does it keep us alive,
as we stumble through
or is it the poison
slowly killing you?

And I reply...

Love's far from crystal,
it's blurry to me
when I feel it, I'm content
but it melts my memories

the knife of loss
still cuts me deep
pain sharp as the day he died

but love is the haze
allowing me
to be happy inside.