I approached you as you sat in the swing. You were staring at the ground; drawing circles in the dirt with your shoe. You looked so cute in your pigtails. I walked up behind you and gave you a push. You squealed a little then pumped your legs to go higher. I got goose bumps every time my hands touched your shoulders and gave you another push. I will never forget the smell of your hair. I tried telling myself it was not love...that it was just two kids playing on the swings. However, the butterflies swarmed in my stomach. I could not wait until you swung back into my hands and I could touch you again. Back and forth you swung so high. I would lose sight of you as you swung into the sun, but you always swung back and made me smile. I pushed and pushed as you giggled and laughed. It was a wonderful time and I thought it would never end.
After one big push, you disappeared in the sun. You must have jumped from the swing because it swung back empty. I thought I heard you laughing out in the tall, green grass. I imagined you laying there with flowers in your hair and your pigtails all askew. I waited by the swings to see if you would make it back. Of course, you never did. I knew you were chasing something else out there; out there in the bright sunshine and the tall, green grass.