the porch swing

the sunlight tickles my face 

and the wind braids my hair

as i sway,

i think of you.

the wooden planks

kissed by artisanship  

married to the metal chains 

destined to hold support carry

and again, i think of you. 

i sit in its embrace, in its longing

the mundane porch swing 

in the silence 

i will always think of you.

10 feb 2026, yl