I found you

Just another squeak, just one more squeak. Please, swing, please squeak again before I jump off and land back to reality. It must be nice to swing back and forth forever. Nothing to worry about, just the rhythm-- that back and forth with a squeak at each point. No worries, no thoughts, no responsibilities.

The leaves are falling, some pass by me. Each leave dances and falls in place with the rhythm of the blowing wind. The brown colours fused with redish yellow match my olive jacket. My braids wait on the strength of the wind to lift them up. Come alive, little ones. Come back to life. Don't you feel the wind blowing hard; it's trying so hard. And these eyes, why must you be so cast down? Oh eyes, does the wind not move you? Cheeks, why won't you add some support for the smile you once knew?

I look up at the falling leaves above me and close my eyes. Just one wish is on my mind. All of my face is in waiting. All is tense for a second. Nothing to wait for, nothing to move me.

But wait, what holds my cheeks now? What strokes my cheeks so tenderly? The corners of the mouth begin to reach up as if to wake up the cheeks. Slowly my lips part. My cheeks begin to redden. Suddenly, my muscles begin to work, a smile creeps up on my face, and my eyes become alive.

"Eureka," you say.

"You found me," I reply.