First Love
We were on her couch,
my first love and I,
holding each other,
when I said,
"Sometimes I feel so lonely."
And she got angry,
really pissed.
How could I feel alone
when we were there together,
holding each other like that?
Here I am sitting on my couch
over forty years later,
unable to forget that evening
and those words
which changed my life,
hardly glimpsing the truth
about how love binds
and how waving my hand
in the dead air
disturbs a life in Slovokia.
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