our first kiss was funny.
such a spirit-free, a friend-do thing.
without any promises, second thoughts.
it could be anywhere, anytime —
just a normal thing friends do everyday.

but there's our last kiss —
full of false hope, inner tears.
mind going on and on about the things
that couldn't ever be real.
about what we could be, but never would.

because it wasn't your first kiss.
but mine for sure last.

© Nicolas Kline