Since the Playground is Gone

I want to wear
sandals and
colorful button up T’s
(to feel the muscles
around my lips
toughen
over time).

To step
where you step
with your step
but
I know
I cannot take your step

I want to remember
the seesaw
with you
pushing each other off swings
forgetting upstairs
and the stairs

I’ll try
to push
myself
but
you walked away
leaving me
kinetic
till I fall
back in place.