By: Anonymous

Life was empty, like an abandoned playground

On the swing I was, shocked when you appear

Vivid flowers started to grow, how can one feel fear?

Every chance I get, I’d live it again, I know it sounds weird

Exceeding my love to her, she changed swings

Nothing felt the same, the kids left, there were strong winds

Don’t! But I can’t run to catch thee back, I am too late

Now I look at the sky, waiting for the right sun

Even though I’m cold, I must stay strong, can’t always have fun

The kids are back, but the wind is not gone. I don’t want to play

I have to grow up, can’t listen to what you have to say

Maybe we will play in another playground, but here I can’t stay

An anonymous submission recounts loving and losing.

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