Call Of The Past

She loved him.
But "he" was unforgettable.
She hugged him.
But all she could see and smell was "him".
She kissed him.
Yet, "his" breath made her calm.
She wrote him love letters.
While "he" drove through the empty lanes of her mind.
She went out with him.
Yet "his" hands on her waist were still there.......
It’s been a year that she broke up with "him" - her first love.
Broke up - maybe physically and socially.
It just wasn't possible - mentally.
First love, they say: never leaves you -
Right they were, realized she.
.....But some pearls are better at the bottom of the sea,
Far out from reach.....
Than in the roadside markets.
This way, the beauty remains eternal......