we hide in the haze
and there's a sweet melody of birds
chirping in the night sky
never to be seen
not truly
not really
but we hear them still
fluttering in the cold air.
There's a ruin in the park.
It stands stone cold by the swings
waiting to be touched by
a child
waiting for the sun to reappear
and shine light on its decrepit state.
It's waiting for love
and affection
and possibly
nurturance.
I hold the idea, tight in my hands
that footsteps will soon be heard
in a distance
slowly getting louder
before disappearing again.
We love the light it brings
and dread the loneliness it leaves
But we want to be the ruin in the park
and wait for eternal light to shine someday.
And in silence it leaves
graves lying idle in the dark
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