When It Was Ours - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

A daffodil, a rusty swing

A broken bench where once sat king

A mouldy doll looks to the stars

And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours

A withered tree where birds did sing

A broken song upon the wing

Those feathered hearts looked up to mars

When it was mine and it was yours and it was ours

It was ours when I was yours

Before this place went on all fours

Now it’s under lock and key

It isn’t you, it isn’t me

It’s other couple’s falling walls

It’s other couple’s punctured balls

No wasp-filled jars or last hurrahs

Now it ain’t ours

The conversation, the whispered laugh

Is overgrown like garden path

The twisted branch, the crooked stairs

It was yours, it was mine, now it’s all theirs

The bicycle with buckled wheel

Lays on the grass like how we feel

A sparrow dies then eagle soars

Now it’s all theirs, no longer mine, no longer yours

Revisit graveyards, pubs, and clubs

But don’t go back to the place you love

They quickly return to distant shores

When they’re not ours, no longer mine, no longer yours