The shadow under the tree

We all come from broken homes
The ones that don't
Should.
We play in the gardens
The swings move with grave and innocence
Unbeknownst to the background
They rock
Back and forth
Back and forth
While we jump, run
Laugh
How we laughed
How we used to laugh
Under the tree
In its shadow
We laid and tried to talk
Instead,
We'd whisper.
Of dreams and hopes
Not knowing what to expect
'There's no one listening'
We'd hold hands.
In that single moment
We were perfect.