Strange. Tongue-tied before someone you once talked to, all night long.
Benumbed, looking at the one you once loved the most. Stranger.
‘First love’, they say.
You may have not seen them in decades
neither did you talk about them in years
yet that one name is skilled enough
to daze you, all over again.
Your first love and your first loss.
One that is irreplaceable.
A feeling that makes the smartest of the bunch
act stupid.
A flame that liquifies the coldest hearts
inch by inch, drop by drop.
A smeared magic. A rainbow.
Years pass, you go places, you rise.
You are finer now, you have changed.
But the moment you walk across
that tarnished, narrow lane,
your heart will skip a beat.
Then another.
So helplessly, you smile.
You smile with acceptance.
You can not forget your first love
or the loss that followed.
You, my friend, can not destroy eternity.
This rainbow though yours,
is not yours, at all.
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