He
The Dance
You were my first dance.
That boy in health class with curly hair.
The boy on the football team.
The words you so kindly branded into my brain never fade.
You were my favorite hand to hold in the morning.
Walks to class were short and sweet, even if it made you late.
Years have passed, mistakes made.
You still remain right where I left you.
Warm at every though I remember.
No one can really ever be as good as you.
(2015)
