My Favorite Places Poem by Amy Carmichael

I miss the cinema’s comfortable sofas
At the entrance and outside the screen rooms.
I miss sitting on them, curled into you, ‘cause
We were kids and had nowhere else to go.

I miss the bridge where you’d hold my hand,
And hear my story of when I’d wanted to jump,
Every time I went up there without you I’d feel like that.
I was a kid and didn’t know what to do.

I miss the wall outside my house,
Where we would kiss recklessly, uncaring
About the headlights, and curfew
We were kids and had no worries

Except that moment and when it would end

I miss the weir where we would sit
Cross-legged, music, awkward looks, making
Excuses to touch each other, pushing, poking.
Childish. We were kids and didn’t know how

To simply say I love you.