Swing

there's a swing
at the bottom of the garden
right next to your father's tree
it only fits one
but we make room for two
holding my breath
I squish in next to you
the chains dig into my palm
as I hold on
and you hold on
to me

we push our feet up
into the sky
over the tree
over the sunset
my skirt flies up
over my knees
as you wrap your arms
around my waist
our toes touch clouds
we lean back
upside down
and my hair gets tangled up in the stars
you get tangled up in me

the things you said
you never meant
and I forgive you
start all over again
clean slate
new swing
the chains dig into my palm
as I hold on
and you hold on
to us