The First Time

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Old water

in an old park

on an old dock

I discovered something


It was you,

the person who had always

been there,

who had

never left.

You were an ancient fixture,

a permanent


of my existence


I discovered a

new you

that day

on the old dock

by that old water

in that old park.

Your fingers touched my


your heat seeping through

my skin.

One blink–you were the old you.

Next blink–you were a stranger,

each moment brand



and far too few.

The feeling was foreign,

you were only a friend.

Until hot breath from your



my eyes,

new visions,

new lives

stretched out in front.

I could see a new path

with you by my side.

If only that newness

would last.



Daily Writing Prompt–New

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