Sinking

your voice 

i hear it inside

or out

it is difficult to tell

when there are so many

sounds surrounding me

unable to comprehend whether

it is only the growing crowd or if

the air is tensing for your return

the swings are slowing down 

and the children tire from 

their day. even i cannot

stand to see how this

will play out. i turn

to leave and see 

you before me

but you're 

already

gone

This poem is about: 
My community

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