A Piece Of Work

"The graffiti on the wall
Is now blurry
It isn't even erased, but
A lot of time has passed
It's blurry, it's dusty"

Years has passed since I last came here, lots of things had changed but I know for sure that person hadn't changed. Still that funny, positive thinker, enthusiastic, caring person.

While I was walking on the empty street listening to music, I notice a nice looking graffiti on the wall, the words written on it make me smile,Change simple yet it has a huge impact. Its obvious that this graffiti had been here for a long time, some of colors had faded but its still readable. It really had been a long time.

"I grew up well, I had it all
I couldn't give in, I couldn't live without it
At first I couldn't get it out, you are living well, right?
You are hurting, right? It couldn't become only 10 letter"

While walking many things run through my mind, aside from the things that changed here I also think of that person. Is that person ok? I know that person is capable of handling situations, but still I'm worried. Is that person living well I hope so.

"I was still young and a little awkward
I will always like it
Is it possible
For us to sit on the swings and chat again"

Don't know where to go I just continue my walk, aside from the smooth music that is blaring in my ears I appreciate the relaxing atmosphere wishing that it will stay like this.

While walking in the side of the street something caught my eyes, looking to my left I saw an abandoned park. No ones there except for the small benches, monkey swing, slide sand box that is obviously old because of the rust that is surrounding the equipments, but the thing that really caught my interest is the swing .

Coming closer to the park, specifically the swing I notice something very familiar, a sticker of a girl on the right part of the swing and a boy on the left. I now remember, this is the park we used to visit every afternoon. Does that person still remember this place? Is it possible for us to have a chat here?

"There's so much to say
Without you, I can't speak
There was so much to say
I don't need all these people
If you listen to my one word
That's enough for me, enough for me, I'll be complete
Yeah, but
It seems as if I don't even want to sit on the swing"

I've been contemplating if I should sit in this swing, many memories are resurfacing in my mind just by looking at this swing, what more if I seat. Since I'm tired I just sit in the swing, I remember that times when I rely on that person a lot, I only listen to that person every time.

Will that person listen to the words I will tell, the reason why I have to go?

"Even if I don't look, everything's obvious, video, video
As if it's comfortable, as if it's not
You placed a line"

Looking to my phone, I read the recent messages that my friend sent me saying that you had achieved many things. Your goals, even your dream, you already reached it. Seeing the pictures of you looking so happy and contented made me smile but there is like something between. Something that you unconsciously drawn, like a line that is separating us apart.

"I could see it
I can't pretend I didn't see it, I won't pretend
I can't help it either, but
You really are a piece of work"

I don't like to accept it, that no matter how near you are I can't seem to reach you. I want to pretend that the line is nothing, but at the same time I don't like to pretend. Looking up at the sky smiling not noticing a single tear rolling on the left side of my eye, a gust of wind came, I whisper, "You became a piece of work." A piece of work that I can't seem to reach.