soft grumbles

When I lived here, there were only a few houses,
trees lined the streets
and the moon was enough to light up the field.

I always felt like everything was new,
I never felt abandoned like a stray dog.

Once when we were playing tag
I accidentally kissed her,
brushed my lips on hers,
made her cry and run away.

The following afternoon, I waited for dusk
hoping we would play again,
but she never came and I was a broken toy,
like a solitary animal watching other children play.
rolly