At midnight near the wall

I'm listening to this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gY3VrpyZnhs

and thinking about a damp, misted night in Sligo over 20 years ago, walking back to my rented room with Kieran, too young by a rounding error, by the tiniest margin of appropriate.
We stop on a bridge - to kiss, to relent, above the rush of the dark river. We condense, wipe the drops from our eyes.