He sat next to me in Kindergarten,
A lovely, blond-haired boy
With tons of freckles on his cheeks.
His blue eyes sparkled
When he spoke to me.
I was so enthralled by him
That I was speechless.
But when he took my hand and
Led me outside to the sandbox
I followed with misty eyes.
He created roads for the plentiful cars and trucks
While I created castles with lopsided spires.
He said words that I did not hear,
But I loved the rhythm of his voice.
The pleasant vibe he created.
He made me smile.
At the end of playtime,
He offered me a red plastic ring.
He told me I was his girlfriend
And then held my hand as we lined up
To go inside.
Not only was he my first boyfriend,
He was my first friend.
His tenderness enchanted me,
A lonely kid who had felt unloved
Until the moment
When he reached out with such unabashed passion
That I could not resist.
He lit my flame, my passion
Unfortunately when the year ended
We went to different schools.
I never saw my love again,
But I never forgot the yearning I had felt
When so young that I didn’t understand
The meaning of his gestures.
A momentous feeling.