When It Was Ours

A daffodil, a rusty swing
A broken bench where once sat king
A mouldy doll looks to the stars
And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours
A withered tree where birds did sing
A broken song upon the wing
Those feathered hearts looked up to mars
When it was mine and it was yours and it was ours
It was ours when I was yours
Before this place went on all fours
Now it’s under lock and key
It isn’t you, it isn’t me
It’s other couple’s falling walls
It’s other couple’s punctured balls
No wasp-filled jars or last hurrahs
Now it ain’t ours
The conversation, the whispered laugh
Is overgrown like garden path
The twisted branch, the crooked stairs
It was yours, it was mine, now it’s all theirs
The bicycle with buckled wheel
Lays on the grass like how we feel
A sparrow dies then eagle soars
Now it’s all theirs, no longer mine, no longer yours
Revisit graveyards, pubs, and clubs
But don’t go back to the place you love
They quickly return to distant shores
When they’re not ours, no longer mine, no longer yours