Playground of Hearts

You struck without warning, a flame in the haze,

the sky tore open, silent but fierce.

I stood there caught in a wildfire of sound,

breathless, the world tilted sideways.

It wasn’t rain but something sharper,

a charge that lit the ground beneath me.

The kind of storm you only feel once,

where swings creak and old dreams wake.

We wandered through the echoes of children’s laughter,

where shadows leaned like tired trees.

Your touch was light as if testing the air,

yet it burned like the sun caught too low.

It wasn’t rain but something sharper,

a charge that lit the ground beneath me.

The kind of storm you only feel once,

where swings creak and old dreams wake.

The slide shimmered like silver,

a promise neither of us dared to say.

Your lips brushed mine—

a moment fragile as a falling leaf.

Now every thunderstorm hums with your name,

the lightning cracks like laughter we forgot.

Playgrounds don’t stay, but their echoes do,

carved into skies we never truly left.