185. First Time After

Falling in love from a distance
holding hands by skipping tracks
pressing repeat on a 15 minute diatribe
loosely woven into song
attempting to understand
every possible moment
every single syllable.

Hearing it again
years after that initial fall
when time has separated
passion and obsession
from care and kindness
something approaches the surface
something yet unfound
waiting to turn up
perk your ears
and cause you
to fall in love again.

Nothing quite like that first time
even if it’s the first time after.
There’s a freshness to the experience
that can only be remembered
never truly looked forward to.

It’s the little things
the minute details
catching unawares
and prying their way into a life
that make the big picture
worth anything at all.

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