Strolling along in an old park,
Shrieks of joyous laughter of children's hearts.
Shine like sparklers in the blinding dark,
Such is the innocence that sets us all apart.
Sitting down on a bench to rest,
I smiled at a couple walking past.
Each carried a baby close to their chest,
Others walking hand in hand wishing their moments would last.
I see them all and I think of us...
Of how we were so happy together.
But they say we were not meant to be,
And leaving me would be better.
How did it get to this stage?
Is it wrong for us to be happy?
Would they rather we jumped this ledge?
But I promise you it won't just be a memory.
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