Popcorn

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

No one would know this now 

From the way I suck up words 

Books done in one sleepless night 

It seems I've been reading my whole life 

But in third grade 

I don't have a favorite word, 

And I used to think I liked them all. 

But my whole body starts to fall, 

At the small whisper of why. 

Why are you crying?

Why do you hide?

This isn't a "see you in three months"

Because I'm not coming back

This isn't a "goodbye for now"

At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,

This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"