The First Love is the One

The first love is the one
you never forget, they say,
or at least the one you
regret the most anyway,
but not in an opportunity
cost kind of way, more like
opportunity lost. That kind of
love never congeals, is never
susceptible to frost. And though
the years roll along the road,
your ever recursive mind goes
panning back through the past,
revealing the precious ore,
trashing the dross that accrued.