i used to dream

id assume her position at my middle school

id make a positive difference in the lives of kids

just like she did to me and so many others

but the thing is

i dont want to

be in the same building that kept me alive in my darkest days?

walk the halls i grew up in?

the ones i first admitted i didnt want to be alive in?

the ones where i told her i cut myself the night before?

the ones where she gave me a hoodie that i still have in my closet

halfway across the world

do i want to go to back or

is it better as a memory

a bittersweet dream