You told me then you'd call me later —
I had no option but believe.
You could just say "It is off-date now"
The day before you had to leave.
I was in love with slender chances;
I was naive enough to think
That we were both; though circumstances
Would show me later: not a thing.
But it's all dust. Those foolish feelings
just make me smile and hurt no more.
In such a game there are no winners,
Just those who manage to move on.
First love. A storm till last one standing —
To this conclusion then I came.
And life's a path of understanding
You'll hardly ever be the same.
Postscript to the first love
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гилязов, 2025
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