Slides End

Playing on the playground,

On the merry go round.

The slides

The seesaw’s

The swing sets

Then we go inside to have a tea party.

The next day, we’d do the same.

When I’d enter her house, she was glad I’d come.

The slides

The seesaw’s

The swing sets

Up and down we go.

Just happy to be in each other’s presence.

No one would’ve ever known how we’d end up

at age eleven.

Eleven years old, in middle school.

No more slides

No more see saws

No more swing sets.

No more time to be together.

Walking past each other in the hallways, we’d smile at each other.

Then came high school and the smile turned into a nod.

We then had a class together, so we talked about old memories.

We talked about riding bikes.

We talked about old frenemies.

Then, a nod turned into a glance.

We were the slides

We were the seesaw’s

We were the swing sets.

Up and down, to and fro.

Then nowhere else left to go.

I sometimes wish we could go back to the slides

The seesaw’s

And the swing sets.

But even slides have an end.