New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain flowed with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, adolescent like its visitors, concealed the mud I walked on
Her prank revealed with every squish
The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
But my hands fondly grasped the scented steel
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer cared for my body’s existence
Moving like a pendulum
My mind tried to replay itself, but it was a damaged film
It disturbed the audience with unanswered questions, with its missing scenes
A pang of desperation hit me
As I realized the start of the reel could never be found
Just as its end would never be discovered
That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
A stray child greeted the dreary sun.
-wk 5
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