Our Spot

I didn’t know what I was doing

When I hid from our friends

And it was dark.

 

“Meet me there

On the line of the woods”

Where the water

Greeted us.

the world was still

And we waited up

On our wooden bench.

 

We were strangers then,

But you told me about him,

A man you needed to be your best friend,

The last time you cried was when he told you

You were a good man.

And left for the west coast before you could love him.

 

I didn’t know what I was doing

When you smothered me in dark truths.

I had not known of hard childhoods,

of parents with no trust,

of eyes glaring and glazed with judgement.

I had loved you, right there and then.

 

For the longest time we meant

To carve our names on that bench.

But we never did.

I’ll never go back there,

Not without you.

 

I’ll never go back there.