Empti nest

dreamed my mother called me 'dissipating'

"as in, disappearing?" asked my dad over oat bran and bananas.

as in exist on the margins. the subject of their admiration but not their friendship. unknown and adored

"i adore you" says my mom to my dad

"i endure you too."

"how endearing" i mutter and shuffle back to bed. lovebirds sharing jokes and breakfast at the dinner table. am i only a remnant of something that's passed?

dreamed my face was old and wrinkled. little children squeezing past me in a church pew and oh how the winds did blow