Our Place

I've been revisiting a lot of things lately.

Today I took a picture 

of the first place

I ever fell in love.

They've let the weeds grow out

and I wasn't completely sure where it was

so it took me a while to find it.

I keep expecting to see you here

but it's the sort of spot you don't find

unless you're looking for it

and why would you be looking for it?

The bench feels like I remember it

the view too.

It's hot today

but we used to come here in the cold

and use each other for warmth.

The liquor helped with that too.

And then once we were drunk

you'd carry me up and down those hidden stairs

to the right

and I would squeal with delight

and it was okay

because it was 3am

and there was no one around to hear anyway.

And then when we were tired

we would come back to this bench

and I would lay my head

in your lap

and you'd ask me 

to tell you a secret

or I'd ask you

I can't remember now.

And that's when I'd fall in love with you

again and again

every night

at 3am

on our secret bench in the woods

I'd fall in love with you.

It's been years 

since I last sat on this bench

years since I told anyone a secret

years since I fell in love

at 3am.

But I haven't forgotten 

you

and I haven't forgotten

how.

And now

at least

I have a picture.