Empty Swing Set

The swing set creaks in the wind,
a rusty song of summers past.
It’s been so long since little hands,
gripped those chains and held on fast.

I remember pushing you so high,
your laughter echoing in the air.
A blur of sunlight and blue sky,
without a single hint of care.

Now the paint is peeling off,
like memories fading with the years.
A hollow ache, a silent cough,
drowning out the rising cheers.

The garden’s overgrown and wild,
weeds choking out the flowers we’d plant.
Like grief, untamed, unreconciled,
a constant, persistent slant.

I see your face in every bloom,
your spirit dancing in the breeze.
Locked inside this silent room,
I search for comfort, find no ease.

The old oak tree still stands so tall,
a witness to the passing time.
A silent guardian, watching all,
lost in its ancient, leafy rhyme.

I used to think that time would heal,
that wounds would fade and scars would mend.
But the emptiness I truly feel,
just deepens, without end.

The birds still sing their morning song,
the sun still rises in the east.
But everything feels wrong,
like a never-ending, somber feast.

I walk the path we used to tread,
footprints fading in the grass.
Each step a memory in my head,
a fleeting moment, meant to pass.

The swing set waits, a lonely sight,
for children who will never come.
A constant reminder, day and night,
of all that’s lost, and overcome.

Maybe someday, the pain will ease,
and smiles will replace the silent tears.
But until then, I’ll find no peace,
living with these haunting fears.

The wind whispers your name to me,
a gentle murmur, soft and low.
A constant, aching memory,
of a love I’ll never let go.

I sit beside the empty swing,
and watch the sunset paint the sky.
A silent prayer, a hopeful thing,
that someday we’ll meet again on high.

And though the swing set creaks and groans,
a lonely sound that fills the air,
I know I’m never truly alone,
because your love is always there.

It lingers in the gentle breeze,
the warmth of sunshine on my face.
A love that puts my soul at ease,
in this desolate and lonely place.