Swing .

I had no idea how much you could miss  
someone. I mean from the morning until
the dark . How you lost your happy place  
in the park someone took your swing and  
you’re middle aged and acting out like  
you are aged five . Except a broken heart  
isn’t playing games it feels like digging your  
own grave but you are theoretically alive .
Living on the outside but dying on the
inside . It’s hard to see the old routines
when your heart high jacks your mind .
Your a hostage and the taker but you
can’t find the negotiator .