The Park

I used to get there early, first one to arrive​​​​​        

Street light still illuminating, a periwinkle sky

 

This park of meadows and memories, with a little one growing up, now gone​     

She’d forget and leave her toys, which lay broken on the lawn

 

She’d run and skip and catch the wind               Chorus             

Throw her arms around the trees

​I could listen to her laughter

​Forever in the breeze

                                    

We’d walk down the dirt path to the shiny lake, paddle through silence and sound

Our voices filled with rhymes and echoes, until the sun went down

 

From periwinkle sky and stars to a crescent moon​​​​​                                

I could feel the cinching of time, knew it would end soon

 

​Chorus

 

I would shade my eyes behind of tree of hide and seek                            Bridge

Never wanting to show how much I’d miss her when she’d leave

 

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And though I never see her now, I still rise when it’s dark                                  

And see children’s toys left lying….. in the park