I once stood tall towering over the crooked house,
stretching my arms,
waking from sleep.

The wind yawned with me,
then died to put my hair back in place,
the hum ringing in my ears.

She swung on my swing
back and forth, back and forth,
I can still feel it now …

She hasn't swung in a long time,
leaving me here
only to wait.

The shame there will be
to see her childhood stripped
and gone, just gone without any good-bye.

I'd tell her my defeat came quickly,
less pain they say.

I wish I were still tall,
watching over the crooked house,

Waiting for her,
to swing once more
back and forth, back and forth.