The one person that was a constant distraction

cherishing memories of youth, filled with such great passion.

Yearning for the tenderness in his touch

Truly it was our fragility because we didn't no so much.

He was my First but not my last,

I just relish in the enchantment of the past

That flame went out long long ago

I believe I was his first and sadly his last

He died at 17 in a fatal car crash.

He will live in my memories that I have frozen in time

The memories of grief, and the pain I wish to leave behind.

Time fades your memories as the years go by

Like the clouds coming together before the storm in the sky.