To My First Love:

To My First Love:

Autumn Jefferson
Media Staff

The love I had for you 

I did not know where to let it rest

Either to release 

Or hold close 

until the sun is but a fire 

A bonfire, a flame

A flame, then smothered 

Ashes left of what glowed

deep inside of me. 



I carved a hole into a cedar

With my lips pressed against

the bark. 

Whispered songs of my love  

Praying it’d keep them

As I could not hold onto

the glowing coals

any longer. 


As the old love lied dormant

In the cedar’s belly

I heard only echos

of my sweet love for you

Which became 

whispers and whispers,

near silence.


Yet, sometimes

even now, 

I still listen.