First Love

He was a swimmer:
Fit and tan, a blond lock of hair
curling on his forhead,
eyes like sapphires
burning into mine.
We swam in the same water,
our strokes perfectly matched;
We surged and sighed
until we reached a waterfall;
I resurfaced,
gasping for air,
and found myself alone.
Summer suns watched
us swim in separate rivers.
Many miles downstream
a radical shift
in the waterโ€™s course
left me dripping on the shore.
I sought out his ocean,
held my breath,
and jumped in.

Prompts: Trifecta “radical” and Poetic Bloomings “At First Sight: Memoir Project” continued.”


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