seesaw

it’s this never-ending ride
ghostly smiles and faded laughs
the wooden beam begins creaking
skeletons litter the grass
engaged in this up-and-down
you have become a withered mass
and i am a mere shadow
but the wooden beam creaks again
and i go up and you go down,
up and down, up and down,
we never meet in this lifetime.

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