why is it that the "first" everything mesmerizes me
is it the beginning of a story that sets my heart free?
the first electric zap felt on meeting someone's eyes
the connection built in an instant, a new desire thrives
the first step taken by a little baby on her own
or the excitement of listening to someone's voice over the phone
for the very first time, something blossoming anew
a seedling sprouting into a tree under the sky so blue
yes, the freshness of a new day's morning dew
and visiting a place for the first time for a beautiful view
all these things and more make my nerves explode
with a joy so surreal, something i always love to explore

the first time i speak to a stranger will be the last time he will be a stranger,
the sunrise of 1st January will always be a game changer,

the first child, the first day at school, the first time i hold someone's hand

or the first time someone touches beyond my body, ingraining himself on my skin like a brand

the introduction to a topic or the chapter number one in my books
the first heartbreak, the first financial decision i ever took?

all this and more, rattles me to my very core
because firsts don't last, the energy fades
one after another, more memories we make
until the movie ends and credits apear on the black background
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-i love firsts since they do not last,
and maybe that's why there's such a fuss about our past?
i love firsts because they don't last
and that's why a part of us shall always stay in the past