I think it was June

Thinking back, thinking of you,
Summer time think it was June,

Fond memories of picnics in front of the old administrative building during summertime bore deep in this head. Lemon meringue pies, yoghurt gingers and sticky toffees. He was unable to remember all of their names but he could picture their faces in his mind rather vividly.

Laying back head on the grass,
Chewing gum, having some laughs,

Sometimes there will be a nice bottle of Chardonnay or White Zinfandel, inevitably from Sainbury's or Thresher Wine Shop. Just enough alcohol to go round but never enough to get inebriated. Packets of crisps; prawn cocktail and salt & vinegar (she loves but which he hates) and cheese & onion and original (which he loves).

Drinking back drinking for two,
Drinking with you,
When drinking was new.

The mallards with her babies waddling behind will sometimes pucker up enough courage to scavenge for scraps around the blue/purple crosshatch picnic mat.

They were young, invincible and nary a care in the world. The last vestige of youthful angst and pubescent restlessness had disappeared and replaced with a sense of self in the world. But what they felt now will soon give way to jadedness.

You made me feel like the one,
The one

They were not suppose to last through the first winter together. But the following summer came and went and they had yet to part. That last summer, the air wasn't as sweet smelling as before.

I don't know where we are going now

They are moving on with their lives now. From one failed relationship to another. Carefully treading the lines, skip-hopping between stones that surface above the low water, across a riverine full of crocodiles. Just like before. Nothing changed, just the face that matches a name.

So take a look at me now

The faces will forever be etched in his memory but he cannot remember all their names.

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