In My Old Bedroom

I built a life in this room…Mom and Dad asleep downstairs…bathroom I used to share with my brother and sister…Thanksgiving and Christmas decorations in my brother’s old bedroom…feet hanging over the edge, green covers…will I sleep this night, or will the demons lure me in?...Better days I’ve seen…Staring into the night sky…drip, drip, drip, of the neighbors’ distant pool…thinking, praying, wondering where all the time has gone, and how we all grew up so quickly, and how much of life we’ve squandered, chasing lost dreams…in love with the past, cold to the unwelcome present…lost in a sea of pleasant memories…moon overhead, bright, beaming down…all is well with the world.