sad stories
faded yellow into red brick buildings
and empty parks
and parents’ narratives
of what was and what never were.
swings sway in the wind as the sun
bends its light over metal fences
that have tales tied to their wires.
memories are overwhelming,
nostalgia drowns,
the floodgates have been opened.
remember,
that tree we all sat under,
with its white blossoms in bunches during the spring?
remember,
the promises we made,
only to forget,

only to let our words go like trees do their leaves in the wind?
when you broke your covenant,
did you even remember that you had ever made it?
or is that it?
are you content with being
just another sad story
faded yellow into red brick buildings
and empty parks
and parents’ narratives
of what was and what never were.

-AN

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