It was in that stairway
With the familiar orange glow
It was on that street
Crossing to reach the words that defined us
It was in that bed
Lips pressed onto my neck
It was in that car
Profanity thrown
It was down the road
Hand clasping hand
It was at that table
In that restaurant
It was on that bench
When ducks learned to walk
It was under blankets
And over hills
In the lake
And at my house
Down the Avenues
Up the fire Escape
The farmers market
It was here
There, around that corner
Against the wall,
An ally way
A park at dusk
And my dreams at night.

It was you
It always has been.
It always will be.