We walk below the starry skies, amongst the bright full moon.
We run around on the wet green grass, like happy children when out of class.
Like children playing after mass.
So happy and carefree we run in the dark.
Then we skip together to the park.
We see a boy on the swing.
Swinging back and forth and back and forth.
We just stop our smiling and laughing and just stand there and stare.
I don't know why, but we did.
The boy kept swinging.
We kept looking.
The boy just kept swinging.
He wasn't swinging high.
He was barely at all.
Like when a slight breeze comes and it's just slightly moving along.
The boy looked unwell.
He looked almost sick.
He was blue, literally, and we could see through his skin.
Then he faded away as if never there.
A shiver down our spines though there was no cold air.
We stood next to each other for which seemed forever in silence.
Then we looked at each other and walked slowly back home.
We were heading toward the road then we heard a honk and a crash.
We both looked at each other then ran toward the road.
Then we both slowed down.
There was that same boy lying on the ground.
We just froze at the sight.
The car and the boy.
That very same boy.
The boy looked unwell.
He looked almost sick.
He was blue literally and we could see through his skin.
Then he faded away as if never there.
A shiver down our spines though there was no cold air.
We stood next to each other for which seemed for ever in silence.
Then we looked at each other and walked slowly back home.
We were heading toward the road then we heard a honk and a crash.
We both looked at each other then ran toward the road.
Then we both slowed down.
There was that same boy lying on the ground.
We just froze at the sight.
The car and the boy.
That very same boy.
