kids and parents around,
unaware.
They seem to fill all the space, crowding me,
alone.
Crazy paving at my feet,
the soles of my feet sensing the gaps,
broken thoughts in my head,
chasms in my soul,
confused.
The smell of roses, cut grass in the sun,
warmth on my back,
cold.
The sound of the birds, wheeling swifts,
rustling leaves in the trees,
silence.
Me, identity,
questioned, broken.
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