Part One of the Sc hool Yard love Trilogy
A poem for the first person's name everyone wrote on their pencil case!
Facebook Fucked My Ch ildhood Memories
It started in our final year when we were at sch ool
I was the class swot and everyone thought you were cool
You spent your lessons on the field smoking and french kissing
I would never go cos of all the work that I’d be missing
You had 10 B&H and a Walkman that could play your cassette
They were expensive and my mum said I couldn’t have one yet
So all I had was my prefect badge and a Parker pen
So its no real surprise when you think about it then
That looking back – we really weren’t compatible
Looking back – that’s kind of undeniable
Yet still somehow we sought each other out
I played it cool, I didn’t scream and shout
Your name out loud, just wrote it on the side of my Adidas bag
And inevitably 6 months later added the word ‘slag!’
While I was busy revising for our final ‘O’ level Mock
You called time on us and spelt out the final tick, the final tock
Yet twenty three years later you still added me to my Facebook
I guess it saved me the trouble of having to look
To see if you had a profile so I could see how you’d changed
To see if you had a husband and k.ids that look slightly deranged
We swapped a few messages and spoke of the old times
About my good boy image and your minor crimes
And then all about that night after the sc hool disco
And I remember you laughed thinking about how far you’d let me go
But the trouble was, that wasn’t with me, I had to catch the earlier bus
And you fell out with me for kicking off and making such a fuss
About an unfaithful fumble twenty odd years ago with a lad neither of us could remember
But if it means so little, how do I know it was 1984 the 18th of December
I know cos it’s the same night I fell in love and you became the one I’d never forget
My ch ildhood sweetheart – but am I yours? 'No' is what I’m willing to bet
I remember the night, clear as yesterday, so fresh in my mind
You looked like Madonna, only prettier and more kind
It flooded back how you held my hand and kissed me in full view
Happy to let everyone know that you were with me and I was there with you
Now Facebook has fucked up my ch ildhood and the memories that lie there
Thinking of you lying there, lying to me and knowing now you didn’t care
But I keep you on my friends list and send the occasional fun wall post
'Cos of all the things that happened back then, you were the one that mattered the most.