The good old days in the tree house, gone amiss. Almost forgotten, they lurks back into memory, pushing aside anything in its way, making way, carrying me back, past, far away. Me and her sit, we kiss. The first time on the lips. None of it ever bothered me then. Back, back in the good old days, with the sun rays, always hid in the treehouse for the shade. We always hid in the treehouse for the shade. And she stared into my eyes, there was no noise, only love. I remember we built it together. In the backyard, and when the storm came, cleansing the world, it took the tree. But not her. She sat on the grass, and waited for me, who always came into her arms, and hugged her hard, until her mom called, letting her away. And then we grew up and she moved away. And the thoughts come back, and I go back to what I was doing, and I forget that I had even remembered.