Kissing Lessons

Rachel was a year older when I was in the second grade I thought she might know everything I took her word like a golden ring I asked her how to win my man, and she said, "I know just the thing" Gave me lip gloss and a hair toss And, after school, a lesson in kissing She called me by the name of her crush I couldn't decide if she was Cole or Justin I think I called her "baby" or "darling" most the time We'd take turns being seduced Imagining the day it would come into use Imagining the day we'd start breaking hearts and taking names She wanted a three-story house I wanted to live by a body of water With my children and their father, children and their father Three sons and a beautiful daughter, oh-oh-oh Rachel's family moved out of town I don't remember when we stopped hanging out But I still wear a letter R charm on my bracelet And wonder if she thinks of me as her first kiss