To my first love

I have lain beside you

My body been your playground 

My hair your refuge 

I have drunk your tears 

tasted your laughter, 

and you mine

You learnt to be patient,

with my tilting at windmills; 

my picking at your shirt button

And I learnt, to hold you close 

and try to make you whole again

I do not recall where we first met 

Was it the camp for the blind? 

Or the school social? 

I remember well our first exchange 

You said, "You are a bit of magic, I am afraid you will disappear" 

And I said, "You are my rock, I am afraid you may not move" 

Now you go, 

taking a part of me with you 

and

leaving your imprint 

forever behind 

The wonder is neither of us is less