New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain harmonized with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, wicked like its visitors, concealed the mud I walked on
Her lie betrayed by every squish
The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
But the scent of steel fondly grasped my hands
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer felt my body’s existence
Moving like a pendulum
My life replayed like a damaged film
It disturbed the audience with unanswered questions, with all of its missing scenes
Realization nurtured desperation:
The beginning of the reel could never be found
Nor would its end be discovered
That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
A stray explorer greeted the dreary sun.
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