First Love

She is gone now.
Swallowed up by the immense night.
Walking into its silence
She led me on with a smile
Lighting the darkness briefly.
But other voices were calling.
She had other chapters to live.
And we had used up our moments.

I think of her occasionally
And wonder
Where the Magnolia Streets
Took her
That long lost
Summer night
When the magic died.

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