Picnic.

Stay.

I sat where we sat.

I read where we read.

I sat on the swings we swung on.

I had nothing to eat where we ate.

(Not even pistachio shells.)

I saw the roof beams where you bumped your head.

(I kissed where it hurt like hell.)

I could not play the tunes we played.

It was quiet.

I tried to laugh like we did,

I could not.