Getting over you

A poem about finally getting over your first love.

Staring blankly at the moon,
remembering our spent afternoons.
How we used to be so close,
wondering why our chapter closed.
Then a star shoots across the sky,
it clears my mind of the whys.
When we met it was fate,
not three days later and then we date.
Thinking that I'm in a hell,
I notice you broke me from my shell.
Love can be found with or without,
you in my life there is no doubt.
I thank you though for staying with,
even for as short as you did.

Dedicated to Olivia...
my first love