Poem I wrote

“Firsts”

I remember the first time we met,

as we watch falling stars and eagles soaring through the night sky.

Illuminated by the full moon we lay in the damp grass talking about our lives and our past.

Catching up feels like growing up.

You go past those memories as if they were happening again for the first time.

Remembering your first kiss feels so real.

Fresh memories.

Old memories.

Memories you didn’t even know you had.

They say that when you’re about to die you see your whole life flash by.

I’m thinking that this is pretty much what that feels like.

We get older and life goes by like a stranger.

You know, those who you think you’ve seen before but you can never put your finger on where or when you have.

Feels weird, doesn’t it?

One day you’re going to pre-school for the first time,

The next, you’re buying your own house.

I guess you never forget you firsts.