The tire swing sways gently in the breeze;
the children's gleeful screams fill the air.
A comforting aroma of baking cookies
wafts across the yard
to the man in the driveway.
He glances toward the house,
sees me through the window,
There seems to be a lot going on within this story.
Like someone who really wanted but could not accept, stands afar and looks at what has become or what has been lost; while the other is trying to make it understand. Lots of images here...nice write.