Swingset, slide, monkey bars and a teeter totter
This is what the park down the street consisted of
All of the kids would go and play grounders after school
When I was 6, I always raced my best friend to the teeter totter
She always won and rubbed it in my face
Until that one special crisp spring afternoon
We dropped our backpacks and jetted off
She had the lead as always so I expected her to claim the victory
Well...I was wrong as my hand was first on the piece of wood
I had finally won the race I'd been longing too for eternity
At the time, this was the greatest achievement of my life
However, she was not to fond at the idea of losing
That was the day. May 11th.
The day that marked the separation of our friendship.
The day we parted ways and said "au revoir"
Not a day went by where I didn't think about knocking on her door
Asking if she wanted to go up and down on the piece of wood which bonded us
The teeter totter. Oh that teeter totter.
Everyday, I had seen that silly ride
I was reminded of the love I carried for her but never shared
Oh but I wish I had shared that sorrow secret
Because now, I am alone in an old creaky rocking chair on my old childhood porch
Where we would sit and talk until the wee hours of the morning
Looking upon the stars looking for orion's belt
Stars, they hold all the answers. All fate.
Which may be why I see her every stary night
Because I loved her and she was my fate
The fate that was rewritten
All because of that race.
That stupid race.
To that stupid teeter totter.
