My First Love

My first love was like a fairy tale.
He would give me all he could.
He treated me with love and respect
Like any boyfriend should.

He gave me his jacket when it was cold.
He gave me his love, his devotion.
It was so comfortable,
We never hid an emotion.

He loved me and I loved him.
Everything just felt so right.
He held my hand, walked me home.
Arms around me tight.

Then that fairy tale came crashing down.
He died one fateful night.
No one knew what he was going through.
No one knew how hard he had to fight.

He was torn up inside.
Fighting for his life.
Concealing his pain and suffering
From me he hid his strife.

I miss him to this very day.
I've told no one else this tragic story.
I hope one day,
I will see behind the death of Thomas Joseph Dorie.