The Swing

She watches him pack his bags

Staring as he throws things down

Walking away she refuses to turn around

Out the door she goes

Refusing to let him walk out on her

She walks out on him

 

Outside

She goes to the swing

He was the one to hang it from that tree

She sits pushing off the ground to get a head start

Pumping her legs back and forth

The air glides past her

 

Flying

Away from the pain she wont let herself feel

The sky rushes to meet her face

Inviting her to lose herself

She accepts and closes her eyes

 

He yells out to her

Wanting to say goodbye

She doesnt see him wave

Wont look while he puts his bags into the trunk

Can't help to hear the slaming of his car door

His tires rolling over the gravel road

 

Her eyes still closed to the world

In her head she erases his picture

In her heart the picture is drawn in ink

Impossible to erase

 

Swinging higher, faster

The air seems to pick up speed

Drying the tears as they stream from her eyes

He remembered his bags but not what he calls baggage

Leaving his daughter to swing alone

Author's Note

Sorry for grammar problems if i missed some.

Reviews

[lyndsey]

Aww this is so sad. It kind of makes me want to cry. Poor girl...how could he just leave her like that?