Turn right into the alley with no name

Its sign’s words have bled down the wall from the rain.

Keep going further until the sound of cars crashing over speed bumps

Is as faint as the breeze in your hair.

Come across the dilapidated shed.

Its windows’ broken glass like all your broken promises.

It reminds you of a lost childhood

Once so carefree and light.

Move around the shed

Where a wrecked swingset waits

The ropes of the swings have broken

From a weight too heavy to bear.

Then, wish.

Wish for it to be fixed, like the puzzle pieces of your life.

But your Magic Eightball’s lost its magic

And the Wishing Well has run dry.

So put away your needle

Stamp out your cigarette

Stick the three leaf clover into your button hole

And try, try hard to forget.

Forget that nameless alley

That old shed of broken promises

Don’t gaze upon the swingset

Just let yourself forget.