ive watched you grow over pleasant years

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