My Brothers Playground. Poem by Luke Nicholson

You swing back and forth.

Echoes.

Echoes built upon silence.

Bright spring through my fingers, it’s a key component of sensuality you know. The window in one peripheral, blank white wall in the other, your shadow walks out the door without even saying goodbye.

You swing back and forth.

Echoes.

Memory pulls me in.

To the playground were we would swing, playground green and playground blue, so blue.

You’re still swinging, the scenery’s changed since then, so too has the music… now it’s silence, silence louder than an archers release.

You swing back and forth.

Echoes.

Memory lets me leave the playground, now I’m back in the room, the white walled, light soaked windowed room. You swing with more grace than before.

I see you and i know, your whole life you were trying to go back to the playground. Now you can.

I remove the rope from your neck so the other kid’s wont laugh when you get there.

You don’t swing back and forth.

Echoes.