First Street
by sloanranger
We took a walk along the coast,
my long ago friend and I,
talked of first loves – her's the most
and every few yards, a sign.
"It was here he told me he loved me," she said,
"Over there we had our first date."
"And that's the place where he broke my heart –
when I told him I was late."
We came to a rock, large and grey,
positioned in the sand;
my friend sat down, shed a tear
and wiped it away with her hand.
I ache now for those long ago girls,
their youth, their dreams and their tears -
walking on First St., starting their worlds,
thoughts more of hope, than fear.
A friendship was forged between us,
that long ago night on the beach:
a friendship so strong, enduring and long
neither time nor tide's ever breached.
