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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