My First Love: Past, Present and Future

How vibrant that fall was

How pale the leaves were

That girl, how gorgeous she was

Crumbling leaves, how noisy they were

Piercing curtain of leaves she walked

Her hair flowing, gushing wind stalked

A hair flew away from her divinity

On the floor of my car it stopped

All fallen leaves in my car

Looking at them with door ajar

Fall is gone; winter is here

Cleaning the car is on my radar

Loud noise of vacuum; no leaves on the floor

I lifted the brown mat to clean some more

Vacuum touched the corner; making me nostalgic

Her brown hair vanished with a roar

Now I miss her and her hair

I’ll be there, I saw her where

No smile, no talk, no name I know

Yet she was my first love I swear!