drive by

When I drive by, I see

a younger me. Playing

in front of my old house.

I see trees dancing –

shaking their branches.

My hand out the window,

I wave to old memories.

The flash back waves back.

As I drive by, I see a moment

frozen. I see my family

on the front porch. I see

my old tire swing. I remember

everything. Feelings come

rushing over me. I drive by

and think of the days

when life was more simple.

I have grown up. I learned

how to be an adult. I aged.

I have moved away. I drive

by to remember my life –

to visit the past. I drive slow.

I want this moment to last.

I drive away, but I’ll be back.