For Victoria, a Friend

[busker]

Her first kiss was with a cigarette
singeing a hole through her shirt,
sparking a fire in the small of her back
as she rolled in a field with a boy
fumbling at the clasps of her bra,
drunk and nervous and laughing 
with their breaths forming clouds
for the moon to shine through.   ......, this is a wonderful line, the whole point of
The poem 


She told me the story the day we met,
and I wished I was the boy 
until the day she died, and I realized 
what might have been lost.

S2 feels flat after S1.
I was expecting a twist, an insight at the end, but there was no such payoff. Or maybe I’m missing something