The Swing Set

This is a working direct address poem that was drafted in class.

It was a chilly spring night and I had run off
in tears and shaking, unsure.
It was you that followed, caught up to me
by the clinking metal of the swing set.

As I sat, quietly, looking towards the stars.
You sat next to me in silence,
allowing me to feel the air,
take in the moment and calm down.

You chopped finger holes in your sweatshirt
to keep from freezing your hands
as I spewed the story of confusion.

It was you that wrapped me in a tight hug to your chest,
picked me an early blooming flower
and guided me safely back home.
That was when I knew
I was safe with you.