When did it end?

When we outgrew the shoes with wheels.

When our plastic dolls grew dusty.

Or was it when our parents dug up the swing set?

When my older friend stopped coming around.

 

One night a soda can rattled,

Bouncing into the street as a foot kicked it.

The next I wandered the dark by myself

Trapped in memories.

Poetry

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