first love [late summer nights, or was it early morning?]

it's late at night

[or is it early morning?]

and i can't sleep and i don't know why and i think that

maybe it is because it is summer and during the summer i always think of

you

and how we used to talk to each other

until two and then my dad caught me and we couldn't

talk anymore except for during the day, but we still

stayed up until the morning thinking about each other and dreaming

about each other if we did slip into a short nap that turned into

a three hour nap that made us late for swim practice at six and we would

laugh if we missed it and call each other and bike to that old playground

and sit next to each other on the swings and hold hands and you tried to

kiss me and i turned away that one time because i was scared, but then

my parents put their foot down and forbade me from dating you

and i broke up with you and then i couldn't kiss you but i did anyway

when we both were taken, but we didn't care because i know i never

really got over you and i think you might have never really gotten over me

and now i'm still awake in the early morning in the summer;

subconsciously waiting for you to text me or chat me on facebook

[but i know you won't]

and thinking about how i don't think i ever really got over you.