The playground's empty
The swings are still.
Because they grew up
Outgrew monkey bars and tire swings.
The wind echoes giggles
And joyous squeals.
All have left
Grown up, moved on.
One remains
A silent girl.
Hand slowly caress
The bars they once flipped over.
She searching for the past
She had left behind.
Looking for the reasons
She has become the girl she is.
She's longing for comfort
Thinking it may lie in the past.
She's leaving behind her childhood
For she knows she must.