Friday, January 4, 2008

Someday

Someday you’ll be the first love I had
We’ll make memories in the snow
Sit by the fire drinking hot cocoa
We’ll watch old movies in the dark
Laugh and talk all night


We’ll take long walks on the beach
Holding hands , skipping stones
We’ll drive out to the farthest mountain
Just to sit and watch the stars

I’ll wear that old sweatshirt of yours
Just for the sweet, sweet smell of you
We’ll make pancakes in the morning
Read poetry to each other all afternoon

We’ll fight about the toothpaste
We’ll laugh and cry
Make love under the stars
Someday you’ll be the first love I had

When it all ends
We’ll have the memories
I’ll still have that sweatshirt
And you’ll still have the poetry
We’ll never be over, cause
You’ll always be the first love I had

11 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh that's lovely, so beautifully sad

paisley said...

oh leigh,, that was wonderful..... i just love the empathy you already feel over that first (lost) love... just perfect......

gautami tripathy said...

First love..one can't get over it...

susan said...

oh i'm so a sucka for love. thanks for the read.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Don't you just love first love and those memories...

UL said...

someday is so perfect, beautiful..so touching and romantic.

Linda Jacobs said...

Oh, my gosh, I'm fifteen again and Mike is walking me home from school. We're holding hands, talking about being old and not remembering each other. I do remember him forty plus years later.

If a poem can evoke that feeling, it's a keeper! Loved reading this!

Rob Kistner said...

Warm, honest, touching... well written.

Mariacristina said...

This poem reminds me of my first apartment with my husband, eating frozen pizzas in our galley kitchen. Somehow, it was romantic. Like your pancakes. Very nice!

...deb said...

"We'll never be over"...so very true.



Glad you found RWP.

sister AE said...

There is something about an old sweatshirt, isn't there! This is sweet.