Why the Swing Stays Still

Ever been abandoned?

There's something comforting about holding a sponge in the shower. Kind of like how you held me that one night do you remember? I do. I remember you pushing me on the swings in the park. I would laugh for hours. You were my partner in crime and I was yours until we got caught up. And I got pinned down. The effects of you disappearing lingered, I was in shock. But you visited my dreams every Monday and Saturday. In my bed you would enter. A ghost who'd slip in and out. Never heard from again, no words, no sight. I began to crave your favorite foods during my lunchtime, I savored every bite. And during dinner I would only starve until I got to drink you in. But you spilled my milk and I cried instead. Funny thing how love never came to my rescue. My super duper man was a drifting cloud and when I looked up it morphed into something else. Now even the seeds in my backyard grow faster than you would come home. I smirk, I guess that's life. It moves on without you or your sweet nothings. In the end that's what you left me with but they dried up bitter. I hand them out when a ray of sunshine is thrown in my path. I sprinkle them on the ground to sweet up my past so another You won't get through my door. I made sure of that. I'll get a guard dog to protect my hissing cat. The swings will stay still, the chains clang no more. I should have stepped on the snake once it came rattling at my door. The love you presented got lost in the house. I was the only one searching for it while you lounged on the couch. Then my bones started to ache and you were no where to be found. You left a bitten apple core on the table. A worm slithered out.