I had gone after dinner
for a short walk
Got myself an ice cream
near a park

I saw two empty swings
hanging free in the cool air
though chained
Woke up the child in me

I sat on the swing
the chill of the iron chain
on my skin
the smell of steel

No it was the smell of innocence
Of lost innocence
Of lost childhood
The smell of childhood innocence

I swung as I took a bite
I swung as I flew
Out of the adolescent insanity
Into the mad playful skies

I filled the void in the seat
It filled the void in me
The icecream melted away
So did my years

Knew I would not get back my innocence
But met my childhood once again
My innocence, was left on the swing, hanging, freely…