Why? Is She Still in Here?

Poem written about my First Love in high school.

 

With such a comfy and cozy, secure corner of my Heart,
cuddled safely away.

Living here, amognst the memories,

ones of remembered joy,

ones of regretted grief.

Why? Does She come back into reality,
wondering, if She's still thought of,
still alive, to someone.

Needing to know.

First glance at another, that smile, for me alone,
an image burnt deeply into mind.

Never fading.

Touching closeness, tingling the skin, gently,
challenging the Heart to beat stronger.

Still felt.

Last dance, melted comfortably into each other,
sadly knowing never again to be had.

Always Cherished.

Why? Does She still thrive on these things,
in her comfy and cozy little corner,
even when She's gone.

Why? Did She have to die?

Except here.

In me. 
 
 

Reviews

[Tonya (the Night Writer..]

Awwwww, that is so sweet! Living or not, I don't think anyone ever forgets their first love, but I'm sure death makes that even harder. a very powerful emotional read. : )

[Morgan A Lynch]

i like it.. great start.. love how she is only alive in the cozy little corner... great job

[Angelina Smith]

Wow. The first few lines are my favourite....memories of one's first love 'cuddled' away in the heart.....such a beautiful image!
Relationships come and go--memories fade only if you want them to. It is always nice to revisit the old ones once and a while, curled up on a couch with a tub of rocky-road Ben & Jerry's and a ginormous spoon (LOL). It is always the heartbreak from a first love that paves the way for future love(s)....live, love, learn, and move forward (..and eat ice cream...a delicious form of therapy!!).

Mrs. Smith

[Nat Z. Punx]

i love this, as you layer opon your personality so many faucets change, but a few remain unaltered

[Randall Richard]

you are a pro. there are a lot of bad love and death poems out there, made me leary of this poem, but excelent job