In Her Backyard

Where the flower reeds grew, there was an inlet, where the hanging trees brushed the water's surface.

But the hanging trees were high up, and there was a hidden bank where two kids could hide and make their own.

All through our childhood, her and I would go there all the time, to talk, and play, and plan, to laugh, and cry.

Then we got older, and it became the first place we kissed, we said we loved each other, the first place we...

And all that time, we never realised you could see into it from the house above.