Hollow
Some lingering trace of autumn on this warm morning
shakes the leaves of the trees as I wait for the return of technology,
connecting me to wherever it is I am no longer going.
Memories of early Saturday mornings
when mom still clutched my hand,
which i held comfortably over my shoulder to reach her,
and followed me around garage sales
until we safely returned to cartoons.
I find myself continuously drawn to the same line from that movie,
i recall a time when our lives were much simpler. Wondering
how I will break from the suburbs,
I ponder the bright lights of Las Vegas
and what it was you expected to do when you were last there.