my first love

Ten thousand miles away
we go to make the play
we’ve carved out our century
of you, of me

the flowers growing fast
beyond our call hour

It’s alright now you say
“We’ll find another day”
I improvise the words around
what we found

I want to say I am sorry
but we
left so amicably
so goodbye
my first
goodbye

my first love

Jacob Simkin

Hoppers Crossing, Australia

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