We sat there

In the same playground we always played in

I tried to smile

But it didn't feel the same

The place of our never ending games

Our cheerful screams and laughter

Was now a dump

The trees are dead now

The birds aren't singing

The playground is dirty and rusty

She looked at me with worry

I didn't know what I was feeling

But it just looks like the only things I could remember to make me happy are dieing slowly with me.