“Linda Faye Smith” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

  

Courtesy of jillmariemasibag.wordpress.com

Of all memories

that we try most to forget

is a first love.

Till now I had tried to do the same

but today those memories returned.

 

I never hear from her again.

It was 1964 when we divorced.

Today she will be 69.

The  light of youth

has long left her eyes.

 

Know Linda Faye Smith

that wherever you may be this date.

I now think of you often.

A first love buried deep in the heart

truly never fades for long

in loves’ memory.

  

We were both like children when we met.

She was sixteen and I was seventeen.

It was my first pass in basic training

in the Air Force in Happy, Texas.

 

It was jet boat races that weekend

at this lake in Happy when my eyes

met her for the first time.

 

It was a magical moment

our bus was pulling out 

as we exchanged addresses

thru the bus window.

 

We married two years latter.

She eighteen and I turned nineteen

a newly promoted buck sergeant

in the Air Force.

 

She was a virgin

on our wedding night.

The true gift of love

that any woman

can give a man.

 

We were together a year

before I got my orders

to go overseas for a year.

 

It was a heartbreak

to us both for it was

an isolated tour area

in the military

I was sent to.

 

A year latter

we divorced

she misunderstood

my fear in starting

a family while attempting

to establish stability in our lives.

 

I guess now that I look down that road.

A long road of many years since those days

I now realize that one cannot ever be loved

like the love they shared with their first love.

 

 

 

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