I miss you like how a child misses a playground
its a part of him,
the swings and the sandbox,
and he cries on rainy days,
not being able to play.
to jump around and slide,
in puddles and from trees,
You will be a part of me,
and I will always love you,
just like how i miss a candy-cane,
or like how i miss climbing trees,
i know the longing will disappear
soon there won't be sadness or pain,
i won't long for a playground anymore,
I have grown,
but you will always be a part of me,
for which child grew without a playground