I can’t stay here
or my hometown will swallow me.
I’ll slip into memories and never
I’ll walk into my old high school and disappear
into senior year.
I’ll visit my childhood home
and feel seven years old.
How can you stay, grow up, move on in the same place?
Going home makes my throat close
because I can’t walk back into my old life.
The neighborhood looks the same.
I’m not the same.