your first love
is your first heartbreak.
it doesn't get easier
from there.
they keep arriving,
like seasons, ever changing,
ever leaving,
but do you stop looking,
stop
wondering where
she is.
do you give up and throw
your hands
in the air,
perhaps you should, but
you don't.
there is something within
you that believes
in miracles,
that believes in the power
of prayer.
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