Small

I always used to be small

In my dreams,

The perpetual little boy

Who got lost from his parents

Not in a mall

There were no malls

When I was small

But in some large place

Filled with scuffed tiles

And tall people

Who didn’t know

How to smile.

I say lost to my parents

For whom I cried and cried,

But who were still

Not there when I woke up

These days I dream big

Not so much of me

But of a world

And its problems,

Though the space

I roam through

Still seems cold and remote,

And though I imagine

I still cry in my dreams

It is not for parents I cannot find

And never had to lose,

But for something

I cannot easily find

And won’t be there

Even when I wake up