That summer was one
he would always remember.
She was special, she told him so
and he had no reason
to doubt her. That
and he was one to fall
so easily into what
he thought was love.
It lasted well into August
when she said it was over.
He did not understand why
but he was not one to argue
so he consigned her
to a memory he carefully
locked away, his first
real loss, but one
he admitted later,
that was good practice
for the many other losses
that would follow
until he found the one.