Nostalgic Swing

This is how I see my backyard now. Gray and lifeless. A reminder of what has happened to those cherished swings. I haven’t sat on a swing in years. This is what that swing has become, lonely and unused. I look at it everyday through the window. That sad nostalgic swing.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight. Roy Orbison

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