Do You

Dedication: The root of all pain is the beginning. This poem is to Margaret Ann Mary. She was the first love of my life and showed me within weeks that the wounds of love and lust will echo though time. Her dishonorable nature in her youth created the paradigm for which my life’s template was to be forged. And to this day, these wounds still bleed.

Do you

Do you
Do you remember that you were my first?
Do you remember that kiss, the one that started it all?
Do you remember those years, spent in love and pain?
I hurt you.
And you hurt me.
So many years have passed.
And the wounds still bleed.
I still remember.
Our times.
Our song.
Our love.
The time has come…
For me to forget.