I spent my childhood in that forest.
There, the moss grew greener than green.
I played hide and go seek from dusk until dawn.
Now a neighborhood takes it’s place.

I made friends in that forest.
Bonds I would keep for the rest of my life.
The orange and black caterpillars crawled on our feet
and rain barely hit us through all the trees.

I made mistakes in that forest.
One hit wouldn’t kill me.
I can still smell the mist in the air,
even over the smell of the smoke.

In that forest I lost my virginity.
I’m still not sure if it was a mistake or if I regret it.
The moon lit the night sky.
We didn’t love each other.

My best friend cried for hours in that forest.
Boyfriends aren’t always the most faithful.
I felt helpless as I stared at my feet while she sobbed.
The mud caked to my shoes.

I had the best times of my life in that forest.
Always a little bit too cold.
I can still smell the mist in the air.
Rain barely hit us through all the trees.

I fell in love in that forest.
Something special that I thought I’d never find.
The moon lit the night sky.
He had love for me in his eyes.

I fell out of love in that forest.
His face had changed with the lies he had told.
The mud caked to my shoes.
Always a little bit too cold.

I grew up in that forest.
I loved and I lost.
Now a neighborhood takes it place.
The moss had grown greener than green.