.The Swings.

As long as I can remember,
I would always flee to
The Swings and dangle
On the chains of solitude.
I would fight my sadness
And loneliness by
Trying to fly away the only
Way I knew how to: the swings.

As I drove there,
I'd wonder if I might think of
A great story there,
Or even conjure up a few
Sad poems.
Sad Is all I know.
I would also dream that
You'd be there when I arrived.
Perched silently on a swing,
Next to an empty one.
Just waiting for me as if you
Knew I'd come.
I was always sad when I ran up
To the swings and I
Didn't see you.
I'd swing in the swing and miss you.
Maybe even imagine you were there,
Next to me.
As you were times before.
This feeling falls to
The depths.
To the sand beneath my feet.
Only loneliness.
Only me.

I sit there wrapped in memories.
Playing in my mind like
The movies.
And I swing,
Swing,
And soon hope I'll fly away.
And you'll miss me.