i watch the swing

sway gently in the breeze –

placed here –

unmoving in my chair,

beside the window.

i feel as tho my very life is still

as if every moving thing has stopped,

save the deafening click of the clocks immortal ticking!

you used to sit there,

hands gripped tightly to the chains,

going higher,

and faster –

singing –

really living.

i used to sit here and watch the sun gleam ,

in your hair –

imagine myself – in you…

i watch the swing

sway gently –

and then – stop.

and deep within my heart –

i feel the cold –

freezing –

filling up every inch of my soul.

i watch you –

lying –

no response,

no expression –

i scream a million prayers,

but no sound will come.

i flood my soul with hurt –

but my eyes remain – dry!

i kill myself within,

so i may lie with you,

beside you –

but all i do is live.

i wish you back –

again,

and again –

but you return – no more –

to my now still – swing…