How many of us leaned against this fence?
In times of joy, in times of pain?
How many of us stood there,
Wishing this moment would never end.
I remember standing below the lilacs as they bloomed.
Watching the sun heat up hanging iron horse shoes.
It was a lazy moment.
The smell of lilac heavy on my face.
Sun warming the skin of my neck.
Breathing deep and sinking in.
I touch this fence and felt my young body transcend.