I miss the cinema’s comfortable sofas <br />At the entrance and outside the screen rooms. <br />I miss sitting on them, curled into you, ‘cause <br />We were kids and had nowhere else to go. <br /> <br />I miss the bridge where you’d hold my hand, <br />And hear my story of when I’d wanted to jump, <br />Every time I went up there without you I’d feel like that. <br />I was a kid and didn’t know what to do. <br /> <br />I miss the wall outside my house, <br />Where we would kiss recklessly, uncaring <br />About the headlights, and curfew <br />We were kids and had no worries <br /> <br />Except that moment and when it would end <br /> <br />I miss the weir where we would sit <br />Cross-legged, music, awkward looks, making <br />Excuses to touch each other, pushing, poking. <br />Childish. We were kids and didn’t know how <br /> <br />To simply say I love you.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-favorite-places/
