By the shore.
Where we met.
When the water
s w e p t
our toes
and you
s w e p t
my heart.

On that bench.
In the park.
Where the wind
b l e w
my hair
and you
b l e w
me kisses.

Will we ever
do that again;
the things that we did then?
Will we ever
be called
'WE'
or is it now
just a you
and a me?