Choko and Kirsty

She came from Braintree, not your Essex cliché No fake tan, no drama, just wanderlust in her way Met her on the road, under Central skies Didn’t know then, but I saw forever in her eyes Years rolled on, she flew back to me With a backpack and a dream through Latin mystery From Peru to Bolivia, down the Salkantay trail Me outta shape, but love never fails Oh Kirsty, you’re my compass and my calm From Roatán dives to punk rock arms On a Vespa in Rome, or downhill on bikes We’re chasing the world, living wild, loving right She loves steak, Bolivia said “you’re home” In Uyuni we danced through a salt crystal dome Colombia rocked loud, with guitars and the crowd And Poland taught her pictures, she’s making me proud Wakeboards in Guatemala, snowboards in the UK She can’t take a lift with the board, but damn she slays I play my punk chords, nerd out with some games And when Pako eats the couch, she still whispers his name There’s Celia too, and beers on the porch Magic cards laid out, fancy food as a torch We’ve built a soft place in this rough ol’ world A safe space of laughter, for this boy and his girl Oh Kirsty, you’re my compass and my calm From Roatán dives to punk rock arms On a Vespa in Rome, or downhill on bikes We’re chasing the world, living wild, loving right So here’s to our mess, to every sunset and scar To being nerds, being kind, being who we are Through borders and mountains, we always come through Choko and Kirsty — just me and you.