I dreamed it
The air was thick.
Smelt of fresh cut grass and beer.
I kept thinking of how bad my stomach hurt,
And how I missed my dad.
I walked barefoot through the pebbled parking lot
Passed by cars full, and empty of happy families.
The picnic tables to my right
The burning in my stomach
The blurry corn fields to my left
The trees,
The way they danced in the cool summer air
And how I missed my dad
Yet I stood.
Alone again.

-Melanie Munoz