Your words are needled into me
so that I can never forget
how you first made me feel.
Though everything fades over time:
even bruises turn yellow
and leave my skin unscarred.
But I've laughed at myself
and not judged by my own standards,
sometimes we all need to
take a step back.

Have you seen the way
he looks at me -
I know now that I too can be lucky
And it's more than
tickets and stickers: One day
you realise those things
don't really matter.

I've buried my face in your letters
and thrown bottles at them.
You're so much simpler these days,
or maybe I'm more used to complication,
I've lived with this heart so long
it's hard to tell the difference.
I don't know where this is heading,
I barely know how it began:
perhaps in a tent in a garden,
or was it just your smile
that caught me.