First Love

By Annegret Maja Fiedler

 

“I only care about what happens ten minutes within a moment”

I just wanted to hold you

I didn’t want you to be left in that Southside McDonald’s in a drunken haze

 

And so

You let me hold you

You let me draw you

 

From freshly developed film, I found you sleeping in my bed

There was a smirk on your face, before you left, supposedly, for good

“Do you think I care about you 10 minutes within a moment?”

 

Feeling numb and empty isn’t foreign to me

That night is an involuntary photograph engraved in my fragile heart

 

“This will be the last time I ever see you”

I knew you would apologise a month later

 

But your words still sting

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