you always end up on this road again
and it isn't that you don't want to but you do
the pull of memory finds you there and then
you're here.
you pass the old apple orchard your dad took you to
you drive past the mailbox of a stranger you ran over and broke while stoned
you drive
and pause
by the strip of trees where you once stopped the car suddenly
ran into the brush and screamed at the top of your lungs
hours past curfew.
you listen to the soundtrack of a movie that broke your heart
driving down roads your house isn't on
but it feels like home
and the breeze is hugging your body back
you came back for a reason
and that reason is to feel
familiar.