Familiar Ground

Back in that cul-de-sac, echoes still hum,

each house leaning in, keeping secrets close,

like childhood whispers that make me feel numb,

when every corner danced with laughter and prose.

The swing hangs rusty, creaking alone,

trees loom like giants, memories tucked tight,

it all seems smaller, as if time’s overthrown,

as I walk through shadows, searching for light.

The silence wraps around me like a heavy cloak,

every step feels misplaced in this forgotten place,

yet the laughter echoes, an ever-present joke,

while I search for the kid who once ran in the space.