First

Here we are

Again,

Meeting for the first time

Again.

I do not know when we first met

For the very first time,

For there have been too many firsts

In each other we would find.

One of those first firsts

I saw you first

Through the veil

That lightly masked my smile

Upon my throne I watched you knell

And touch your heart behind your armour

As you pledge to the King, my father,

To safely carry me across the enemy border.

You kept your promise

with your life,

you carried me

until your dying breath.

Our next first was in the playground,

When I found you chasing the school master’s cat

I joined you in this chase as we went round and round,

Laughing with so much childhood joy.

Even as we stood side by side,

Being reprimanded by the headmaster,

My smile still crept up the corners of my mouth

As I tried to contain the happiness of finding a friend in you.

We graduated school together

And chased after our careers,

I was your best man at your wedding,

And you were my best friend at my funeral.

Another first you burst into my life

On a stretcher soaked with blood,

I carried you to the operation table

Moving my hands over your heart.

Our meeting this time was brief

For I could not save you

From the steel bullet lodged in you,

That took your last breath away.

Then there was that first

When you were the first person I ever saw.

The person who gave me life

And who hoped to make this life worthwhile.

You carried me home from the hospital

As I snugged cosily in your arms,

While my father led you to our home,

Then shut our doors to the world.

I grew up hearing your arguments with my father,

And screams that would end with things being broken.

I watched you spiral deeper into your darkness,

With no one there to help us.

I hated seeing you hurt,

But was too weak to stand up to my father.

So all I could do was shut you out,

As you cried with your hand over your heart.

I’m sorry that I did it,

and I know that it really hurt you.

But that silver bullet seemed like the only way

I could escape the life you brought me into.

I know it was a cowardly act;

a quick solution for my sorrows.

I know it nearly killed you,

To watch your son die before you.

Our next first after that

Carried with it the bullet of the past.

As we found ourselves on the battlefields

As pawns to somebody’s game.

Today the game was hate,

And to kill those who charged from the other side,

So when I saw you running towards me,

I knew only one of us would survive.

We spent several firsts in other forms,

Sometimes on fours,

Sometimes in the sea,

And sometimes even without form.

Sometimes you would pass me by,

A stranger in the street.

Sometimes you would hold me close,

The most precious person to me.

Round and round we go

In a cycle of firsts and firsts,

Never knowing when our first

Can finally be out last.