As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the empty playground, In the middle of the wintry stillness, I find myself lost in the whispers of my own thoughts, feeling the weight of loneliness settle in my chest.
I can remember the laughter, the smiles, the people I loved, my friends, my home, everything that made my heart sing and I can also remember the sound of children playing and carefree giggles echoing through the swings and slides. But now, the playground stood silent and desolate, empty swings swayed gently in the evening breeze, mirroring the emptiness I felt in my heart. But my world with vibrant hues now exists only as a memory etched in the fabric of time. And I can't help the tears freezing from my eyes towards my cheeks.
And at last the cold seems to seep into my soul, leaving me longing for the return of happier days, and the only thing that stays is hope, hoping that someday the sun will show up at my front door again. Someday it won't be this cold and spring will come and hold my hand again.
