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