This was our bench
in the middle of the park
where I’d lay on your lap,
reading a book
as you shielded my eyes
from the sun.
This was our tree
where you carved our initials.
You’d strum your guitar
and I’d hum along
as we shared sandwiches
and wishes.
This was our bed
with your sweat and saliva
on the pillow.
I’d bury my nose in it,
your scent made me
dizzy with delight.
This was our life
and it was just ours
before it was any one else’s.
Once upon a time,
I had your heart
before it was any one else’s.
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