thank you

It was so short
yet it has stood so long
in my memory:

that spring when
we found each other

a box of chocolates
and a card and a bonfire
and a smoky embrace

nights driving through
those curving, dark,
North OC streets

jumping fences
hiding in closets

the parking lots
the day-lit parks

the frustrated yelling
the bitter tears
the blurry ending

and beauty that
never left

it was
a perfect
first love.