**The prompt was a boy and a girl grow up in the same small town, go their separate ways after high school, cross path again much later life, and take it from there.
*8I wrote it in a poem and I hope I met the challenge.
We swung on the same swing.
Letting our childhood be shared with the trees and sky as we competed to soar higher than the other.
He was my best friend,
But then one day the swing stopped, and nothing was shared with the world’s beauty above.
His swing was empty for many years.
No lovely boy to feel the spot.
As I got older my swing then got empty.
He was gone and nothing was to be shared with the world.
5 years later.
I revisit my swing again.
To say goodbye to my once sacred memory.
As I start swinging higher and higher.
It feels like I am floating on air.
Telling the world what it was like to have him in my life.
As I see the clouds are so beautiful from down here.
A beautiful man then starts swinging next to me.
My lover and friend are back.
Who knew a beautiful thing could come back when you look up at the sky.
The next time I will swing,
Is when our love is officially together forever in marriage.
Then we will pronounce are love like we are swinging together.