The Park

My favorite memory
Is the first day we hung out.

I was nervous as all get out
And dressed up for the event.

We walked to a park
At your old school.

I'd remember.
I have the blisters to prove it.

You chased me through
A patch of trees.

If I  remember correctly.

Once we got there
We screwed around.

Played truth.
Shared memories
Of who we once were.

And then there was the jungle gym.
You and I sat down.

I rubbed my aching feet and then
You turned me around.

We started back up talking.
About nothing in all truth.

But then you started tickling me
And conversation went mute.

You finally stopped
I caught my breath
Waiting patiently in time.

The next thing I remember
Were your lips on mine.

It was the greatest feeling
I can remember.

It sent one single thought to mind.

"I'm so glad he picked me."