sounds poetic
but there was nothing poetic
found within my first heartbreak
because this was the reality of it
& I just wanted to here your heartbeat again
I guess
it was too much
to ask God for
because
when I awoke
drowned in my tears
my father's tears
convinced me
that miracles
could never happen
on Webster & East 8th Street
...you were gone
just as the snow
began to fall in blankets
I cried finding myself
wrapped tight in yours
attempting to survive after your death
& I did
I'm grown now
& you are still
held to high regards
in my heart
so today
I honor your birthday
& send kisses to heaven
hoping my first love
will indeed receive them