artwork by phil burns


first love
is exactly that
the first time ever
anyone has loved
like you do

Romeo and Juliet
Anthony and Cleopatra
even Homer and Marge
this is the real thing

and when it ends
so does the world

last love
is very different
you know
it’s been done before
by you
and everyone else
you also know
that when it ends
the world will spin on
with burning indifference

it is in its own way
infinitely sadder
you are now old enough
to know
that it will never
come again
that you won’t ever
feel your heart
leap and race
out of control
at the touch
the sight
even the thought
of that special someone
the one who will
be your
last love

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