my dreams

my dreams always start from where the last one left off.

i dream i had never left.

i dream of what my life could have been.

i dream of a love that was lost before it all made sense.

i've graduated from a high school that i left when i was 15.

i've spent nights on the beach around a bonfire
drinking beer and smoking with people i still think about every day,
even 3,000 miles away and 6 years after they've forgotten me.

i've walked to my college classes in the rain,
taking in the scents of wet juniper and evergreen.

i've graduated college with the same people.

in my dreams, it all makes sense.
i ask myself how to find a similarly harmonious path in this life.

there's no answer, except to close my eyes and go back home.