Playing in
the swing,
up and down,
up and down,
again and
again.
Strong sensations,
mixed feelings,
mainly positive.
Dearest face of my
half life,
don’t
approach any more,
I may faint.
Two or
three halfspoken words
was enough
to bring me tears.
Wasn’t by
sadness or happiness,
simple caring.
A weep deep
enough,
coming up
from the soul’s basement,
hidden for
long
now appears.
And I am
going back to that swing,
taking some
steps back,
remembering
you,
taking some
more steps back,
and again
up and down to the swing,
again and
again.