First Kiss.

I've never had a first kiss that I could have again.
That first kiss
with trembling lips,
with eyes that don't know where to look
and hands I don't know where to put,
so they just stayed there holding yours...

I've never found that perfect place a second time,
where I hold you close
and rest my lips upon your neck
and you rest yours on mine. 
our bodies pressed together 
and our arms entwined.

I've never found another you 
but I've never stopped looking. 
Even photos look fake.
They don't capture the life in your eyes
or how soft your lips are.
A photo just shows a disguise
like how you don't get the story 
when just looking at a scar.

I'm living to forget now 
because I'm dying to remember 
how your hand felt the first time I held it
and how well our fingers fit.