Alex Salazar - To: My First Love (Part 2)

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To: My First Love (Part 2)

Thank you,
for showing me the Notebook
it’s actually a pretty good movie
Thank you, for putting up with my dad humor
for a year, Don’t know how the f-hell you did that
and thank you
for teaching me how to love, self
then you, shortly after,
I remember the chai latte moustache you wore
on our first date,
our first public appearance on your snap chat
I remembered, secret Italian restaurant bookings
on Valentine’s day, the look on your face
toying with expectation, I remembered
rain pricked evenings, foggy breath, coffee brewing
in my dorm room corner
replacing touch with two green chairs
I was just trying to impress you,
and I can’t thank you, enough

Love,
You’d tell me when eye contact locked
it brought a knot in your stomach,
but if you just looked down, you’d see my legs were shaking
I remember our first dance before the grove
No cherries were ever picked
we were never each other’s first
but orchards were grown,
naturally

Our love was not trash,
sounds like words from a novice poet,
and a bit overly simplified but I’ll repeat it again

Our love was not trash,
this love was not waste, products
of our Greek environment we sometimes
fought over the garbage, but by moonlight we were always at each other’s disposal
always refreshed like green arrows,
red lights were always respected you know that
Our love like a calendar mark left on a January chipotle napkin
Our love like a glass bottle rolling onto a winter beach
being discovered by a fratboy on his frat-star trip to the sun
the message so bright, I admit sometimes I looked away
but no time travel could ever make me escape-the space-we shared-
I won’t-forget-our love-
like a blue recycling bin
I told you..
nothing we did was waste

Today,
I hold the incredible honor of putting our dance into words
Reflecting on moments that now spin in revolutions
I’ve since recycled every part of you
Your eyes, the understanding I now carry in my hands
Your hands, my last dollars I gave to the homeless man on the corner
Your corners, the edges, the ridges, the “not so pretty parts”
I found most comforting
Beautiful girl, I hope you never stop dancing
even when the party’s long over,
even when there is silent music
Even when scared boyfriends have legs they’ve yet to use
or legs that are shaking, don’t look down
I hope you remember our dance in its true light
that it’s not shaded by your friends’ blues
I hope you remember the yellows, the oranges, the fire
the white-knuckle, hand-held, tear-soaked shoulders
You gave me a bucket when I showed you my past,
and my arms were your blankets, with every nightmare you had
I’d hold you like a key, but see you are woman,
yes you are a dancer, but see I am a fight announcer

It’s really hard to love someone you already love
it's really hard to love someone you already love

Love,
Though I don’t think I lost my soul mate,
I know I lost my best friend
no thinner line I’ve ever had to distinguish
Maybe three months from now we hash it out
and grab some tea
Or maybe, three years from now we never speak,
but
I hope,
if I do see you,
you’re sporting lulu lemons and purple patterned flannel
wearing a chai latte moustache
Proudly,
dancing.

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