my first and last.


the first time i fell in love wasn’t known to me until much later,

after the god of time had passed me by.

my mind blurred the lines of infatuation and adoration

of loyalty and learning

until i didn’t know which was which.


I tottered forward on baby legs into a world unknown

following naively the brown eyes

brown hair

brown skin, so gentle yet taut

searching for the heart buried layers and layers beneath the surface.


i brushed it with the tips of my fingers, and it was as cold as stone.

i realized then that it could never be mine. i let it go.



(written by Kainani Wagner, submitted by mom with her permission. Kainaniʻs email is [email protected])

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