by Justine Camacho Tajonera
It is impossible to fall in love again
for the first time.
The first blush, the heart quickening,
racing madly with a secret:
these things happen only once.
Yesterday, in the car, only half-listening to a song,
And in my mind, I turned around.
If I had known that I would never
see you again.
If I had known that afternoon in August,
I would have stayed rooted there.
Nineteen yet and dreamy.
I felt the years deaden me, one by one.
And all the headlamps around me
It was so sweet,
even to feel
that wound again.
Last updated May 17, 2013