ON CHILDHOOD DREAMS – NO ROOM

There isn’t enough room for the both of us
I say to an empty room
Full of the absence of what I lost.
But maybe there never was anything to lose
And it was the realization I mistook for loss.

I find that my world shrinks as I grow.
The underwhelming feeling
Of revisiting a childhood place
Only to find it smaller than I thought
Lesser than I thought
Because I no longer fit.
Do I now see clearer?
Or have I lost the ability to see?

An infinite sea of possibilities
Mine for the taking
A starry night sky
Alight with the shine of ignorant hope
There’s not enough room for the both of us
Goodbye, friend.

• childhood
• childhood dreams
• childhood nostalgia
• poem
• poetry