Him
I was walking down the sidewalk, we'd walk down this way all the time.
Looking past at the old tree made me feel empty as the tire swing swung back and forth.
I could here her now laughing
"Push me higher!" She'd swing her hands in the air.
"I wanna fly as high as the birds, sore with 'em, live happily in the clouds."
I'd shake my head at her, and laugh, one of my dimples would show and she'd smile at them ruffling my hair.
Wet
I felt a tear drip down my cheek, she was her own kind of beautiful.
