Saturday, April 14, 2012

First Sight

The first time
I saw my mother’s face
I left spitting youthful words
I can’t stand this house a moment longer

The first time
I saw downtown
Bright lights and the sounds of the city
Wrapped in the smelly grey fog against my greasy window

The first time
I saw myself
Boy working behind the counter at midnight
A job that would never let him become a man

The first time
I saw love
Is when we had lost everything
And love was all we had to warm that cruel grey morning

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