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Playground

The past is such a valuable thing while you are living in the present. Remembering beat up swings and shoes that were falling apart at the seams. Spring breeze and the neighbors across the street. I would run around to catch up with you, wood chips in my shoes and singing along to forgotten tunes. At the time, it was a normal part of my day, and now I wish I had gone down that yellow slide one more time. Chain linked fences and sweat dripping down my back as I watched you skip from afar. You probably don't ever want to think about me again, and if I were you I wouldn't either but, those minutes were the best part of the day. I hope every time you pass by you think of me in some way. Until we meet again, at the swings, where our souls would sway.

-Tricky P

written 9/21/24