·ode to your first lover·we werejust two fifteen year oldseach of usshapedfrom our own wreckage.we filledthe voids of our heart,with broken pieces of each other's.we hid smiles,behind façades,scared,of people's scrutinybecause what do fifteen year old's knowother than infatuations.we knew nothing lastsspecially for usbecause individuals madefrom hurricanes and wreckscan't tend oneself,let alone other's.but you,you were that smile that tugged on tired lipsyou were the first onei wove dreams withthe same dreams which i saw with consequent others,you were the seaand i, the shoreyou took a little bit of mewith every meeting,then we grew,we learnt to fix ourselveswe questioned whywe finally sawthe differenceswe fell apart.and now,i drive past your house at times,the house that seemed too far years ago,the house,in front of which i used to alwaysmumble or whistle,only this timei rolled up my windows and sped off