You waited for me on the edge of the bed
I knew it was love and not child’s play.
Kids from the party walked in and out of the bedroom, you protected me -
Everytime the door opened you pulled me in close.
“When are you gonna kiss her!” some boy shouted.
I sheepishly giggled and held your wrist
Then your face
Then I moved in closer and the scent of your orange-cedarwood hair gel,
A scent I would come to know well, filled my heart and god,
I kissed you.
I kissed you like someone does when they’re in love and
You did the same.
For 1095 days each kiss with you felt like a first -
Until the last.
There is nothing I loath more than lasts.
There is nothing I love more than you.
I didn’t realize how fragile it all was.
I didn’t know that tongues are attached to hearts
And how much I became attached to you.
I didn’t realize that saying goodbye,
Walking the path and exiting the 73rd street entrance of Central Park
Would change everything -
Because since then, I’ve had lots of first kisses
Because since you, I've had lots of lasts.
But nothing haunts me more than realizing
Your lips have become a memory.