Childhood games

A bench, aged and desolate

The street lamps flicker

The conversations dwindle

Loved ones call us

Tell us to come home

The dogs on the street lay restless

The leaves rustle

While the children sleep

Her eyes dart across the street

A lone, familiar figure looks up

Keen, pleading for forgiveness

There’s a sound in the distance

And the tires squeal

Lecherous eyes with minds astray

Contempt, dislike and mockery

Kisses in the air

Adolescence and its epoch

Around the bend

Around our heads

Childhood games


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