Broken Chains

99. The Park Is Quiet Now

The park is quiet now,

almost empty,

I almost can't hear you breathing;

but maybe your not.

For even the product of your lungs,

will penetrate

this beautiful silence.

I can hear bare feet

crunching leaves

in past lives.

'The tree houses are empty now,'

you tell me,

breaking the golden moments

of the quiet,

'it's a shame

the older we get

the more we realise,

the air in the playground

doesn't change.

It will patiently wait for

never ending games,

and the sounds

of a breathless child,

a rapidly pulsing heart beat,

and sore hands

gripping monkey bars.'

I watch your childhood float away,

your heart melts in front of me,

'Apparently, we're too old

to live out the adventures

we had in our past lives.'