Playground

Playground in May, stormy day, rain clouds come to play, you didn’t stay. Try to remember, easy to forget living in the light there’s no time for regret. Before day breaks, the sun sets. Leaves wither, yellowing in spring, they spiral dying before they feel sunshine. I can’t remember, I am already and always forgetting. Wash the dirt away, embrace the pain.

Written sometime in high school about my friend Alex who died in middle school

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