Our years
Spent where -
The moss always damp
Slick rock sides
A constant cool drizzle
Our blood been shed
This car lot
Pine hideout for secrets and cigarettes
That circle of friends
Walk towards the black bridge
Right upto to the cemetery
Get lost
In the forest
The arms of soggy sweatshirt friends
That first kiss
Fumbling along the side of neck
Leave
Like nothing ever happened…