Thanks Mom
That train ride was the longest one in my life
The anticipation to be back home,
Or what used to be home
What I hoped could be home again
Some day
Walk into the past,
Living a foggy memory
Just outside the train I read the sign that I had my first kiss in front of
Or that’s what I told people happened
Walk out of Beachmont Station, the first step
Then walk straight up the hill toward the church
My preschool, I met Jenna there, my old best friend
Her house
Within eyeshot
Maybe I should visit
At the bottom of the hill, take the street just to the left of Endicott Ave
It’s the fastest way there.
Pass the garden outside my preschool,
Take the next right onto Jones Road
Try not to puke
Then the next left onto Henry street,
Do not cry
Walk to the center of the street,
Whoops
The red house on the right, or left,
There is only one red house
I never learned the difference
Anyway
The one that’s falling apart
That one’s mine
Or, it was mine
Maybe it would be again someday
Maybe if i keep walking i won’t remember the 86 missed mortgage payments,
The bank isn’t too friendly when you don’t pay
But that’s okay, Boston is better anyways,
I guess...
Thanks mom.