[A very real place and a very real memory – Owen]
It was at least two lives ago.
We’d spend our nights out here –
It was always just the two of us;
One melodramatic hissy-fit artist,
I felt everything so keenly,
It was like I had no skin,
Only nerves on every inch of my body.
But I loved her with an eternal passion
That lasted that summer,
And sort of into the Fall.
Sitting here again,
Out at Payne Point,
I realize how well named it is –
For someone who had the misfortune
To have been there with me