The empty swing

The Empty Swing

An empty swing sways in the lonely park,

A rusty requiem in the fading dark.

No child's bright joy, no laughter in the air,

Only the creak of loss, a desolate prayer.

I sit beneath the tree where we used to be,

And trace your name etched for eternity.

The world moves on, in its vibrant hue,

But my world's in monochrome, missing you.