Longs to Be

Where my heart longs to be.
A memory left behind,
caught in a loop ,
caught in a dream,
caught on the tip of my tongue.
So many things seem the same
in the land of nothing changes
and 35 doesn’t seem nearly as
old as you’d imagine.
Once upon a time
I longed to be somewhere else
someone else
living inside that dream
and now
all I want to do is leave
to forget
to reinvent.
To be that other person.
But he sees me
and he knows me
and it’s hard to leave it behind
I mind.
I don’t want to let it go.
I cannot let it be.
I just wish it was over
or better yet
I wish it never was at all.
My heart may disagree,
but its always had
a mind of its own.