Entrenched on a parkbench.
The sounds of new generations.
A mask to cover your face and
the pain of being a stranger.
The trenchcoat almost reached the
grounds upon which you used to play.
Now you watch them go instead.
The slide seemed to slip a little stranger.
Building castles in the sand.
Unwanted feelings just around the bend.
A screen to cover your face
as you like and follow strangers.
We said goodbye, she forgot the pie.
You drove away even though you’d stay.
I watched you go as I watched you grow
from a friend into a stranger.