The Swing

I once felt free here
Amongst the giant Eucalyptus
And the setting sun
My fingers run along the threads of rope,
Tracing the twists and turns of each strand
Interwoven and confused,
As if each were a memory
Of you
I sit and begin to move my legs
Back and forth
Just as you and I danced around each other
Never confronting our feelings,
Always avoiding reality
And yet this is where you stood
Pushing me
As I sway with the wind
In the trees
And where we fell in the tall grass
Finding comfort in the night sky
But never in each other
"We should go,"
You say,
As I return to the present
I slow myself
Dragging my feet on the ground
And finally I let go
"Okay."