In retrospect,

Swing sets and bright eyes and happiness

And promises of innocence

And I thought maybe I could go back

To believing in everything

And not believing in so much

 

Green grass and smiling green eyes

And the sound of laughter that rolls

Like wheels on a yellow bike with a wicker basket

Twisted memories

Soaked in bittersweet nostalgia

 

Green and yellow walls

Surrounding isolation

A promise of stability

And shattered glass on the floor