while gentle summer rain clensed your land
i took shelter under your canopy
i learned how to consume batches of tar
in the sanctuary of your presence
i laughed countless times
sat grafittying your forest green bench
you silently watched my life end an era
only to become more involved in the next one
i try to visit you daily
almost like a ritual
arguments flared
still you held me in your arms
you welcomed couples
all the while knowing i was yearning for his face
you heard countless names mentioned
people i would have done anything for
at the time
it was in your lap we sat
surrounded by lusting dangers
our hearts set so intently on one person or the next
it was ontop of the climbing frame
late autumn, or was it early spring?
when the heavans opened
we hudled there
giggling at passers by
we christened the passing "byker ben"
we sat a listened to placebo whispering words to us
i have a fear of saying good bye
but if i have to
the memmories of you will always be with me