That First Accidental Meeting.

I remember this weather,
The dank scent of late May,
The rain closing in, the cold far away.
I remember this weather.

I remember this building,
Your friends saw our first new hello,
A quick glance and then time to go,
I remember this building.

I remember that book sale,
All of those posters I covered in tape,
Only in turn they were all drenched in rain,
I remember that book sale.

All other words don't belong any more,
I put up a poster, you pass through the door.

I remember that party,
When strangers asked how long we had been placed aside,
And we told them how long it had been 'til tonight,
I remember that party.

I remember that evening,
When years of strained anger convinced me to flee,
To new beds to sleep in and new cities,
To new morning coffees and newfound unease,
To new innocence and new casualties,
I remember that evening.

They never believed us, they thought there'd be more,
I put up a poster, you passed through the door.