First Love

I remember when you sat

at the desk at 5 a.m. or so and I

half asleep looked over at the furious

pace of your writing down every feeling

image desire and dream that came rushing

out from your soul to your brain

to your heart and through to your hands

and I was awakened by the sound of

your passionate pace

and now almost thirty years later

I reach out to your memory and wonder

where you are and what happened to

that brilliant star in the sky that I knew your

mind to be

and I wonder if you are even still alive

and if you even remember me

and if you ever really forgave me

for joining hands with you on a path

we were destined not to complete

together

and for loving you so deeply

so richly

and then so harshly

letting you go.