Yes, I remember that the rain did pound against our backs.
Perhaps that is what brought us together.
Those concrete stands are still there,
Waiting for us to rejoin them as we sat on a hill.
Maybe we wouldn't be hurting so bad
If those kids hadn't watched us hold hands
As they rolled down a hill like you told me
You had back in April across the field.
And maybe if that cheese hadn't gotten
So much rain in it, it wouldn't have
Tasted so horribly and I would have
Bought you a hot dog instead of our friend.
Maybe if my dad had told me no
And that my shirt showed too much cleavage,
We wouldn't have been scared of
Your dad seeing us from across a stadium.
And maybe, just maybe
We wouldn't be in this mess.