I had a dream
That I was
Back at mom’s again.
She was walking
Around the house
Talking and smiling,
Catching me up,
On the neighborhood gossip,
As if nothing
Had even happened.
She brought out
A tin of muffins,
Blueberry,
As good as ever.
She said she would
Make more,
And started to get
Out the ingredients
While I stepped
Into the bathroom
Real quick.
But when I saw myself
In the mirror,
Things started to
Make too much sense,
Like how this was
Our old bathroom,
And we don’t
Live here anymore,
And it all started
Slipping away
Like dreams often do.
--Jack Singer