That feeling

That time at the playground,

when your mom is more liberal than other moms.

Your friend has to go back, but you don’t.

So ultimately you are left alone at the playground,

at twilight,

with the sounds of other strange kids,
from the neighborhood,

echoing in your ears.

That’s the first time you have felt alone

But you know, it’s going to stay with you, this feeling.

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