Empty park. Empty. No one playing.

I hear only echos,
Picnics of the past

I see empty forts. Empty swings.
I see shadows climb, only phantoms slide.

I hear whispers, what used to be laughter.

My name is called? A daydream , what once was.

Now I live a nightmare. I see only empty slides. Empty swings.

No one.... Callls my name anymore.

Who am I? Staring at the empty park?

I know all I see.

Empty park.

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