Friends At The Playground

I'm writing this,

As I swing on the swing,

Albeit slower than what I used to as a kid,

And all I want to say is,

It was so damn easy,

To make friends as a kid,

Without worrying,

Without being so serious,

Without adult-like complications,

And mostly without being scared,

If our friend is going to be our friend the next day,

Because of course they would be,

Why wouldn't they be?

But then,

One day, suddenly,

The friend doesn't show up on the playground,

And you probably think it's just today,

They'll be back tomorrow,

But then days go by,

Then weeks and months,

Eventually the summer vacation is over,

And your friend never comes back.

Ever since that summer,

Making friends becomes a little more difficult than before,

As the fear of losing someone dear,

Takes a little space in your heart,

But it's still easier than an adult,

To find new kids,

Make new friends,

And not worry so much,

About if your friend will be your friend tomorrow?

And adulthood feels like,

I've lost far too many friends on the playground,

But I'm specifically looking for the one,

From my favourite summer.