wait…
stop.
recollect your thoughts.
remember. remember.
the flavor of a first kiss.
spring nights and electric connections.
remember…me.

memorize the texture of despair.
hold it, taste it,
embrace it-
(but don’t drown).

come to grips with me
your (my) first lover
(honestly, such a pretentious word)
and I…I…
refuse to paint in shades in disappointment.
not this time.