Asylummn

after months of being caught in between breaths,
were finally going too let one another go,
right in between raindrops.

pulling up to the park on an easter Sunday.

In front, one large father pushes his little girl on the swings.
Shes enjoying herself.
Despite the harsh weather brewing.

tears form wishing i could switch places with her, that it could be my large,
lonely father,
pushing me on a swing. Loving every moment.

We leave them in peace.
lay on a neglected blanket in the grass, curling up, winds forming.

artificially flavored candy passing between our lips.
I should be cold but i can't feel anything
too much built up burden, lost details.
the sky starts spitting on our faces.

we run to the car, dropping me along the way.
those lost details come fumbling around the corner
so i tell you of my Monday night.
you tell me of yours
The father comes back, daughter in his hands. holding her. loving her.
you can see that she is his world.

who really knows though.
Images, illusions, can be shattered with words. trust. honesty.

they will leave soon.
So will we.
They might come back here.

We won't