New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain flowed with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, young like the feet by which she's crushed, hid the thickening mud below her
But the sounds of moist earth tattled
And my two dirtied boots knew better
The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
Yet my hands fondly reached towards the old steel
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer cared for my tangible body
Moving like a pendulum
My mind replayed the past as if a damaged film
It disturbed the audience with unanswered questions, with 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 7
