The Forgotten Park

Leaves finding a home next to an old rotting stump,
grass starting to droop in a sad sort of way,
flowers hanging their head lower every day...
They haven't been here in awhile.

Shadows form across the swing-set,
once hosting a smiling girl, beaming boy.
Now whistling a pathetic tune of moans and groans
blowing back and forth in the harsh but subtle wind.

Memories will pass, as a lost dog wanders through.
A wish for that hot summer sun to heat the bench for Them,
to hear that melodious jingle of laughter once again.
Instead to hear the crows repeat their dreadful song

I used to be their hiding place.
Surrounding them with tall trees and blooming flowers,
but they left me here, they moved on.
I can only wonder if they found a better sanctuary.

Once a safe haven for young couples like Them.
Now a run down pit stop for rain and thunder.
Flowers have died, grass has faded away to mere nothingness.
If only to hear that laughter once more and to feel the pure love They shared.