On the second floor
of a department store

At the DMV
appointment window

In the kissing booth
on Coney Island

Anywhere around
her pineapple grove

I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
It felt like a gut punch.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.

The antonym for
dream is
reality.
And the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.

I wander
Around my
Tiny corner
Rolled out
(Then up)
Each day,
Watching should-haves,
And want-tos,
And why-can’ts,
And but...but...buts,
Rise up
Around me,
Making corners,
And alleys,
And dead ends,
That I mistake
For me
Until remembering
“I”
Is just
Another
Edge
To wander.