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 having a full-blown tantrum.  Except a broken heart isn't playing games it feels like it is 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. You're a hostage and the taker but you can't find the negotiator.