You weren't the first

You weren’t the first

I fell in love with-

You weren’t the first

I slept with-

You weren’t the first

I loved from afar-

You weren’t the first

who loved another-

You weren’t the first

I stayed up late with

on the phone-

You weren’t the first

I said “I love you,” to-

You weren’t the first

To see me vulnerable-

You weren’t the first

To break my heart-

You weren’t the first

at anything,

but you were number one-

now that we are history

and all that’s said and done,

I think about you constantly-

of the times before

that were fun,

and how, at you,

I’d like another run.

But of course that wouldn’t happen,

though I’d love to have the chance,

because fate has already determined

that we’ve had our final dance-

So I’ll turn the page on this chapter,

ready to start the next-

you weren’t the first, you weren’t the last,

but you sure as hell were the best

Guiding Light

First new one posted here in a while. Wrote this while driving home from Nashville:

Black was the sky

in the middle of the night,
except for a solitary star-
a single ray of light.
As I looked up,

from the steering wheel,
at that guiding light-
I wondered if you, so very very far,
were looking at the same sight-
that was bringing me home

to you

tonight.