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10:39pm

static lies in the slides

as wetness piles upon swings' seats

the chains rattle against the poles

as you sit on the jungle gym

dangling your feet

you're completely alone

as rain falls down

for your curly head to drink

you breathe in the familiar air

as the droplets dance upon your cheeks

you have been here before

as a young sprout

a weed in the midst of screaming lillies

school bells and traffic sounds

drown out your self pity

children tease as you pucker your lips

and tears stream down your face

whistle blows and the line takes form

as you take the very last place

flash forward

you are twelve years old

you kiss your best friend on the cheek

you clatter your feet against the sidewalk

as you sigh in utter defeat

their words swim laps inside your head

as you hold the necklace to your chest

you sit on the empty jungle gym

as tears paint your face a shade of red

months go by

and years surpass

as you walk the familiar mulch at last

and you crawl in your spot on the jungle gym

the darkness of night finds its way in

so the rain dances harder

as you hold to the pole

never has it been sadder

the sense of home

tears mixed with salt and forbidden rain drops

as you remember the first love

you ever lost

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