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by Devon E Mattys

Firsts come before all else
and I have always yearned to be one.

The boy who was mine
never knew.
Only knew we screwed
quick and quiet
after too much nicked vodka and
after his girlfriend had passed out.

The girl who was yours
was young
(like you).
And she liked you, thought
she loved you, thought
you two would be together forever--
never thought
there'd be others for either of you.
Or even hopefuls.

And if we had a child,
you and I,
he wouldn't be your first.
Mine wouldn't be the first hand you'd held,
nervous in a waiting room.
Your sense of joy--of pride--
would not be new.

But if I said I loved you,
and I believed you
when you said it back,
it would be a first.
And maybe that first could be
a starting point.

03/25/2009

Author's Note: just a first draft, thoughts appreciated

Posted on 03/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 Devon E Mattys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Scott Cadence on 03/27/09 at 06:19 AM

something real. thank you. great write.

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/09 at 01:18 PM

Great start Devon. Rewriting is a big part of poetry and probably none of us do it enough.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/27/09 at 04:48 PM

First of all, I love this just the way it is. I can relate to this more than you can imagine. adding to favorites.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/27/09 at 09:09 PM

awesome start! firsts are overrated anyway.

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