Swinging to Memories

The place is deserted…
It’s only me, the dark blue sea, and the rusty swing.
As I move closer,
I can hear the waves,
I can see the shadow…
His shadow….
I run to him,
He takes my hand,
Our bodies entangled,
I close my eyes as we swing..
In his arms I surrender…
To love….
To peacefulness….
Suddenly I’m falling,
My eyes are wide open and I’m quivering….
The place is deserted…
It’s only me and the memories.

 

 

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