goodbye

the first time we spoke

my heart started to thaw

the last time we spoke

my hands were trembling

the first time we laughed

my stomach hurt for days

the last time we laughed

it was barely a chuckle in passing

the first time we kissed

the fourth of july was behind my eyes

the last time we kissed

my lips tasted bittersweet after

its hard to love the first time

when the last time feels like this