this place

This place is full of stories,
And if i told you this garden we thought was ours when we were kids,
Still has the youth we wish we kept,
Still has the nights we wish we didn't sleep through,
Would you take it all on yourself,
That you left behind a love that meant the world, this place to you.

I hope someone took your hand to lead you through the homes that were never yours
I hope strangers loved you hard and strong
I hope you heard some silences but mostly songs
Hiding behind trees we watched growing
As when we turned our worthless candid mornings into long, tired evenings