I saw your eyes
those brown eyes
the first, and perhaps
the only ones I've ever loved
my heart leapt into
the ceiling of my ribcage
with a bird-flutter heartbeat
I didn't know could happen
anymore
you led her in by the hand
the woman you love
and all I felt was a sunset-gold
smile creeping across my chest
you and I were so young, so foolish
cliche summer love, late-night kisses
the first boy I broke for
you were so kind, so blind
you taught me my heart had wings
and that flying takes practice
she seems lovely, you know
the woman you chose
I hope she matches you,
fits you and fills you
the way my 16-year-old heart
wanted to
I suppose what I'm trying
to say is
thank you
for being the one that got away
who is worthy of a
poem like this
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