May be there are too many firsts between us.
Like how I was the first to calm the storms in you
Held you weightless in these small hands.
Or how you made me feel at home in a strange land.
The first time we sat in deafening distance
So loud, even a pin’s drop sounded like thunder.
The first time we broke up without breaking
Now, it’s an old song, lyrics we murmur in our sleep.
The first “I love you”
Those words so heavy now
Yet here we are
Rekindling this, whatever this is. fnj
